The Strand Magazine, Volume 57

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G. Newnes, 1919
 

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Page 267 - It's my belief you've got a heart of stone, for you've trod on it again." " You should keep it in your pocket," replies Miss Stone, and she goes sturdily upstairs in her high boots. " Tickets, please." She is peremptory, suspicious, and ready to hit first. She can hold her own against ten thousand.
Page 269 - cuddly manner. Besides, he was fairly discreet, he kept his movement as hidden as possible. She looked down, and saw that his red, clean hand was out of sight of the crowd. And they knew each other so well. So they warmed up to the fair. After the dragons they went on the horses. John
Page 270 - He fully appreciated this. But with a developing acquaintance there began a developing intimacy. Annie wanted to consider him a person, a man; she wanted to take an intelligent interest in him, and to have an intelligent response. She did not want a mere nocturnal
Page 268 - substitutes, which the lads declared were fastened into the irons. There was a sad decline in brilliance and luxury. None the less. the ground was muddy as ever, there was the same crush, the press of faces lighted up by the flares and the electric lights, the same smell of naphtha and
Page 268 - quite comely, they are all young, and this roving life aboard the car gives them a sailor's dash and recklessness. What matter how they behave when the ship is in port ? To-morrow they will be aboard again. Annie, however, was something of a tartar, and her sharp tongue had kept John
Page 269 - drew Annie towards him. After all, he had a wonderfully warm, cosy way of holding a girl with his arm, he seemed to make such a nice fit. And, after all, it was pleasant to be so held ; so very comforting and cosy and nice. He leaned over
Page 270 - When the cinema was over they went for a walk across the dark, damp fields. He had all the arts of love-making. He was especially good at holding a girl, when he sat with her on a stile in the black, drizzling darkness. He seemed to be holding her in space, against
Page 267 - which boldly leaves the county town and plunges off into the black, industrial countryside, up hill and down dale, through the long, ugly villages of workmen's houses, over canals and railways, past churches perched high and nobly over the smoke and shadows, through
Page 271 - There's no place like home, girls," he said. They all looked at him as he uttered this piece of impudence. He seemed to be sunning himself in the presence of so many damsels. " Especially if you're not afraid to go
Page 271 - was to wait for her there. At the depot the girls had a little waitingroom of their own. It .was quite rough, but cosy, with a fire and an oven and a mirror and table and wooden chairs. The half-dozen girls who knew John

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