After arranging with Bancroft for my absence, we started; and as Sam made a mystery of the object of our expedition, I said nothing to show that I suspected what it was.
Category: Fiction
Sketches of Gotham by Ike Swift
She recoiled like a rubber ball that has been thrown up against a brick wall, while he felt to see if his watch was still fast in the mooring at his vest.
Lady Chatterley’s Lover by D. H. Lawrence
This was more or less Constance Chatterley’s position. The war had brought the roof down over her head. And she had realized that one must live and learn.