Stephen Hudson

Biographical details

Stephen Hudson,  War-time Silhouettes

“ Aren’t you asking me for money? It’s always the same story with the lot of you. You like to be generous at other people’s expense. I’ve told you I’m a ruined man. The fortune which was the result of my hard work all my life has disappeared. I’m a poor man. I spend nothing on myself. I’ve given up my car. I’ve put down everything. I’m trying to dispose of my pictures and to sell the lease of this place. You don’t seem to understand what this infernal war means to people like myself. You don’t have to pay for it. Do you realize that one-third of my entire income goes for income tax? ”
Source: Gutenberg

Stephen Hudson,  War-time Silhouettes

“ Ever bright, vivacious, and in good spirits, she awakened Bobby to a new interest in life. The philosophy with which she regarded tumultuous events, the easy cynicism with which she dismissed a discussion which bordered upon the serious, seemed to deprive him of any means of enlightening himself as to her real sympathies.
Several times he had suggested that some friend should join them at dinner or at the theatre, but she opposed it with a velvety firmness. “We are so well like this,” she would say. “Why should we spoil it?” And Bobby was delighted beyond measure.
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Source: Gutenberg

Stephen Hudson,  War-time Silhouettes

“ Paris, the hotel, and everything else had become hateful. No, he would spend that night at Dieppe, and go to London the next day, that was all he could think of.
Back in London, Bobby’s condition of misery, so far from improving, became worse. His life, aimless enough ever since the War, seemed now more aimless than ever. Every man he knew had something to do; he alone was objectless and workless. More profoundly than ever he realized all that Madame de Corantin had meant to him.
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Source: Gutenberg

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