Gilbert Keith Chesterton

Name: The Flying Inn — Chapter X
Author: Gilbert Keith Chesterton

The Flying Inn — Chapter X (1914)

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“The Flying Inn — Chapter X”, published in 1914, is a work by Gilbert Keith Chesterton. It explores elements such as dog, Ivywood and Joan.

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Gilbert Keith Chesterton, The Flying Inn — Chapter X (1914)

“ He grumbled very much at the thistles and nettles, much as a city man will grumble at the jostling of a crowd. But he continued to press forward, with his nose near the ground, as if he had already smelt something that interested him. And, indeed, he had smelt something in which a dog, except on special occasions, is much more interested than he is in dogs. Breaking through a last barrier of high and hoary purple thistles he came out on a semicircle of somewhat clearer ground, dotted with slender trees, and having, by way of back scene, the brown brick arch of an old tunnel. ”

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Gilbert Keith Chesterton, The Flying Inn — Chapter X (1914)

“ Now Lady Joan Brett did appreciate dogs. It was the whole of her type and a great deal of her tragedy that all that was natural in her was still alive under all that was artificial; and she could smell hawthorn or the sea as far off as a dog can smell his dinner. Like most aristocrats she would carry cynicism almost to the suburbs of the city of Satan; she was quite as irreligious as Lord Ivywood, or rather more. She could be quite equally frigid or supercilious when she felt inclined. And in the great social talent of being tired, she could beat him any day of the week. ”

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Gilbert Keith Chesterton, The Flying Inn — Chapter X (1914)

“ Lord Ivywood did not call him Quoodle. Lord Ivywood was almost physically incapable of articulating such sounds. Lord Ivywood did not care for dogs. He cared for the Cause of dogs, of course; and he cared still more for his own intellectual self-respect and consistency. He would never have permitted a dog in his house to be physically ill-treated; nor, for that matter, a rat; nor, for that matter, even a man. But if Quoodle was not physically ill-treated, he was at least socially neglected, and Quoodle did not like it. For dogs care for companionship more than for kindness itself. ”

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Gilbert Keith Chesterton, The Flying Inn — Chapter X (1914)

“ He flashed one glance at the dog and returned to the frying pan. "If your tail were two inches shorter, you'd be worth a hundred pounds. Had any breakfast?"
The dog trotted across to him and began nosing and sniffing round his dilapidated leather gaiters. The man did not interrupt his cookery, on which his eyes were fixed and both his hands were busy; but he crooked his knee and foot so as to caress the quadruped in a nerve under the angle of the jaw, the stimulation of which (as some men of science have held) is for a dog what a good cigar is for a man. ”

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Gilbert Keith Chesterton, The Flying Inn — Chapter X (1914)

“ He was young and brought up pious. I know too much about dogs to steal one."
"Well," asked the large red-haired man, "and how do you get a dog like that?"
"I let him steal me," said the person stirring the pan. And indeed the dog was sitting erect and even arrogant at his feet, as if he was a watch-dog at a high salary, and had been there before the building of the tunnel. ”

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Gilbert Keith Chesterton, The Flying Inn — Chapter X (1914)

“ The man who was mowing the garden lawn looked up for a moment, for he had never seen the dog behave in exactly that way before. Quoodle arose, shook himself, and trotted on in front of the lady, leading her up an iron side staircase, of which, as it happened, she had never made use before. It was then, most probably, that she first took any special notice of him; and her pleasure, like that which she took in the sublime prophet from Turkey, was of a humorous character. For the complex quadruped had retained the bow legs of the bull-dog ”

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Gilbert Keith Chesterton, The Flying Inn — Chapter X (1914)

“ They say it contains no form of life, but surely we can read its alphabet as easily as the red hieroglyphics of sunrise and sunset which are on the fringes of the robe of God."
"I never heard you talk like that before," said the lady, and again stroked the vivid violet feathers of the small eastern bird. ”

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Gilbert Keith Chesterton, The Flying Inn — Chapter X (1914)

“ It hung all alone on the old woodwork, but it was a very gorgeous curtain, being a kind of orange-gold relieved with wavy bars of crimson, which somehow seemed to suggest the very spirit and presence of serpents, though they had neither eyes nor mouths among them. ”

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