![]() ![]() They were only play and make-believe still, they had got our hands in, so that when we really differed seriously we both knew exactly how to behave-we had played at quarrels so often. It was like a parting slap on the shoulder from our old life-the old life which we left so gayly, eager to fulfil the destiny set as the end of our wooing’s fairy story, and to “live happy ever after.”Īnd now all that was six months ago and instead of attending to that destiny, the fairy princess and her unworthy prince were plunged over head and ears in their first quarrel-their first serious quarrel-about the real and earnest things of life for the other little quarrels about matters of sentiment and the affections really did not count. ![]() We left behind us those relatives whose presence had been so little desired by us during our brief courtship, and a high-heeled white satin slipper struck the back of the brougham as we drove off. Here’s the opening…Ĭonventionally our life-story ended in a shower of rice at the church door, amid the scent of white flowers, with a flutter of white favors all about us. I’d just finished Daphne in Fitzroy Square and decided to start 1902’s The Red House. But no matter, they are there to reread, the whole collection cost me about a pound. Often I’ve forgotten everything that’s going on by the time I stumble to the end. Since it really is only for emergencies (I usually have a book in my bag, as a first port of call) it probably takes me a year to read each book. Nesbit a few years ago, and I have it for emergencies on my phone’s Kindle app. I downloaded an ebook of the complete(ish) works of E. ![]()
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