Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch

Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch

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Portrait of Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch The Delectable Duchy (1893)

The man had made Naomi a good husband. Had William Geake made her a better? (Husband?) --here he dropped the Bible down on the table again as if it burned his fingers. Whatever had to be done must be done quickly. Here was the innocent wrecker of so much happiness hanging on his lips for the next word, watching wistfully for his orders, like any spaniel dog. And Naomi would be back before nightfall. God was giving him no time: it was unfair to hustle a man in this way. In the whirl of his thoughts he seemed to hear Naomi's footfall drawing nearer and nearer home.
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Portrait of Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch The Delectable Duchy (1893)

The small rotund gentleman who had danced and spun all the way to Gantick village from the extreme south of France, and had danced and smiled and blown his flageolet all day in Gantick Street without conciliating its population in the least, was disgusted. Towards dusk he crossed the stile which divides Sanctuary Lane from the churchyard, and pausing with a leg on either side of the rail, shook his fist back at the village which lay below, its grey roofs and red chimneys just distinguishable here and there between a foamy sea of apple-blossom and a haze of bluish smoke.
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Portrait of Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch The Delectable Duchy (1893)

Now the history of Naomi was this. She was married at three-and-twenty to Abe Bricknell, a young sailor of the port, and as steady as a woman could wish. In the third year of their married life, and a week after obtaining his certificate, he sailed out of Troy as mate of a fruit-ship, a barque, that never came back, nor was sighted again after passing the Lizard lights.
Naomi--a tall up-standing woman with deep, gentle eyes, like a cow's, and a firm mouth that seldom spoke--took her affliction oddly. She neither wailed nor put on mourning.
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