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Of course, she had always been pretty, but now the prettiness was thin and
joyless — but unbreakable, like certain kinds of glass. She listened, turning her
head at an angle to the upper part of the house, but there was no sound there.
Quite far away, she could hear Hooker pounding croquet hoops into the turf of the
side yard. "That's right," she said to herself. "School's over. Damn." The thought
made her move. She went across the hall, from below the stairs, to the long green
... finished what was in the glass he held, and as he rolled toward the bottle on
the toilet, he saw that the water he lay in was red. "Now that's too bad," he said. "I'
m going to bleed to death." He poured out more into the emptied glass and lay
"Yes, sir." Iris was still wearing her black hat with the little plume. She walked out
of the room and slowly mounted the stairs. Nicholas regarded the bottles,
selected one, and poured himself a glass of sherry. Rosetta watched him
carefully. "I shall have whiskey," she said. "I thought you were having tea," said
Nicholas. Rosetta did not reply. Nicholas walked toward one of the long windows,
to look into the garden. "It's cold in here," he said. "And that damned chamber
was appallingly hot.
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LibraryThing ReviewAvis d'utilisateur - lkernagh - LibraryThing
Set in the summer months of 1964, the story is about a well-to-do family of breeding residing in a wealthy neighborhood in Ontario. 11-year old Hooker Winslow is surrounded by his family, a family ... Consulter l'avis complet
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I've read this novel twice. It is a remarkable first novel; Findley lived up to this beginning and then some during his lifetime. The main character is both hero and victim even while he victimizes ... Consulter l'avis complet
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