Hubert Crackanthorpe

Name: The Yellow Book
Author: Hubert Crackanthorpe

The Yellow Book (1894)

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“The Yellow Book”, published in 1894, is a work by Hubert Crackanthorpe. It explores elements such as the end of February, jest and sofa.

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Hubert Crackanthorpe, The Yellow Book (1894)

“ And, as the footsteps tramped away, the words reached her once more, indistinct in the distance
"'I'm jest cryzy, all for the love o' you.'"
She felt frightened. It was like a thing in a play. It was as if some one was there, in the room—hiding—watching her.
Then a coughing fit started, racking her. In the middle, she struggled to cry for help; she thought she was going to suffocate.
Afterwards she sank back, limp, tired, and sleepy.
The end of February—she was going to die—it was important, exciting—what would it be like? Everybody else died. ”

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Hubert Crackanthorpe, The Yellow Book (1894)

“ She shivered, sat up, and dragged the cloak tight round her shoulders. In her desire to get warm she forgot what had happened. She extended the palms of her hands towards the grate: the grate was delicious. A smoking lump of coal clattered on to the fender: she lifted the tongs, but the sickening remembrance arrested her. The things in the room were receding, dancing round: the fire was growing taller and taller. The woollen scarf chafed her skin: she wrenched it off. Then hope, keen and bitter, shot up, hurting her. ”

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Hubert Crackanthorpe, The Yellow Book (1894)

“ A couple of bed-pillows were supporting her head, and a scarlet plush cloak, trimmed with white down, was covering her feet, as she lay curled on the sofa. The fire-light glinted on the metallic gold of her hair, which clashed with the black of her eyebrows; and the full, blue eyes, wide-set, contradicted the hard line of her vivid-red lips. She drummed her ringers on the sofa-edge, nervously.
"Never mind," said the bald man shortly, producing a note book from his breast-pocket, and tearing a leaf from it. ”

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Hubert Crackanthorpe, The Yellow Book (1894)

“ He says you'll soon be fit again, as long as you don't get colds, or that sort of thing. Yes, he says you'll soon be fit again"—a quick, crackling noise—he had gripped the news paper in his fist.
She looked at him, surprised, in spite of herself. She would never have thought he'd have done it like that. He was a good sort, after all. But she didn't know why she broke out furiously:
"You infernal liar! I know. I shall be done for by the end of February—ha! ha!"
Seizing a vase of flowers, she flung it into the grate. ”

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Hubert Crackanthorpe, The Yellow Book (1894)

“ The girl hastened across the room, the intensity of the impulse lending her strength.
"Come—come in," she gasped. "Quick—I'm slipping."
She struck at the wall; but with the flat of her hand, for there was no grip. The woman bursting in, caught her, and led her back to the sofa.
"There, there, dearie," tucking the cloak round her feet. "Lift up the piller, my 'ands are that mucky. Will yer 'ave anythin'?" She shook her head. "It's gone," she muttered. "Now—tell me."
"Tell yer?—tell yer what! Why—why—there ain't jest nothin' to tell yer." ”

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Hubert Crackanthorpe, The Yellow Book (1894)

“ An' Mr. Dick, 'ee says, 'ain't there no chance—no'ow?' and 'ee give a sort of a grunt. I was awful sorry for 'im, that I was, 'ee must 'ave been crool bad, 'ee's mostly so quiet-like, ain't 'ee? An', in a minute, 'ee sort o' groans out somethin', an' t'other chap 'es answer 'im quite cool-like, that 'ee don't properly know; but, anyways, it 'ud be over afore the end of February. There I've done it. Oh! dearie, it's awful, awful, that's jest what it is. An' I 'ad no intention to tell yer—not a blessed word—that I didn't—may God strike me blind if I did! ”

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Hubert Crackanthorpe, The Yellow Book (1894)

“ She'd be game till the end. Hell-fire—that was all stuff and nonsense—she knew that. It would be just nothing—like a sleep. Not even painful: she'd be just shut down in a coffin, and she wouldn't know that they were doing it. Ah! but they might do it before she was quite dead! It had happened sometimes. And she wouldn't be able to get out. The lid would be nailed, and there would be earth on the top. ”

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