O. Douglas

Summary

O. Douglas,  Penny Plain — CHAPTER II (1920)

“ They had been forty-five quite happy years for Peter Reid. Money-making was the thing he enjoyed most in this world. It took the place to him of wife and children and friends. He did not really care much for the things money could buy; he only cared to heap up gold, to pull down barns and build greater ones. Then suddenly one day he was warned that his soul would be required of him—that soul of his for which he had cared so little. After more than sixty years of health, he found his body failing him. ”
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O. Douglas,  Penny Plain — CHAPTER II (1920)

“ How long do you give me?"
"As I said, you may live for years; on the other hand, you may go very suddenly."
Peter Reid sat silent for a minute; then he broke out:
"Who am I to leave my money to? Tell me that."
He spoke as if the doctor were to blame for the sentence he had pronounced.
"Haven't you relations?"
"None."
"The hospitals are always glad of funds."
"I daresay, but they won't get them from me."
"Have you no great friends—no one you are interested in?"
"I've hundreds of acquaintances," said the rich man, "but no one has ever done anything for me for nothing—no one."
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O. Douglas,  Penny Plain — CHAPTER II (1920)

“ At forty, one is supposed to have got over all youthful fancies and disappointments, and lately it has seemed to me reasonable to contemplate a common-sense marriage. A politician, wise, honoured, powerful—and sixty. What could be more suitable? So suitable that I ran away—an absurdly young thing to do at forty—and I am writing to you in the train on my way to Scotland.... You see, Biddy, I quite suddenly saw myself growing old, saw all the arid years in front of me, and saw that it was a very dreadful thing to grow old caring only for the things of time. ”
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