Hugh Walpole

Hugh Walpole

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Portrait of Hugh Walpole Hugh Walpole The Adventure of Mrs. Farbman (1924)

As she talked I saw in her all those long desolate years, that eagerness for wisdom, and longing for the possession of some human being who would care for her and her alone, that consciousness that must have come to her in spite of herself of her ugliness and oddness, that desperate sense that even this man Fleming, whom she had succeeded in attaching for a brief period, might at any moment slip from her.
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Portrait of Hugh Walpole Hugh Walpole The Adventure of Mrs. Farbman (1924)

Had it not been for a curried egg I might at this moment be begging my bread in the streets of London, Chippet might never have become Sir Gordon Chippet, K.B.E.—our lives, in fact, might have ended in dismal and untimely failure.
On the following evening we were once more dining at the Flemings'. It was a melancholy meal; even Mrs. Farbman was rather silent, my heart was like lead. Sardines had been our first course—those especially greasy and enormous sardines that are like miniature whales, with huge spine-bones warranted to defeat the strongest teeth.
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Portrait of Hugh Walpole Hugh Walpole The Adventure of Mrs. Farbman (1924)

Farbman that was lonely, touching, and pathetic. With that swift perception of human nature that is one of the finest gifts I possess, I saw that she was a lonely, unloved woman, whose rudeness and masculinity were largely a covering for a longing for affection and some sort of commendation of her talents and erudition.
Mr. Fleming was, in all probability, the only human being in all her life who had appreciated her brain and industry, and it it was for that appreciation that she clung to him more than for anything else.
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