Chapter 5 The afternoon was rapidly drawing to a close; and a long, chilly English summer’s evening was throwing a misty pall over the green Kentish landscape.The Day Dream had set sail, and Marguerite Blakeney stood alone on the edge of the cliff over an hour, watching those white sails, which bore so swiftly away […]
Chapter 4 Once outside the noisy coffee-room, along in the dimly-lighted passage, Marguerite Blakeney seemed to breathe more freely. She heaved a deep sigh, like one who had long been oppressed with the heavy weight of constant self-control, and she allowed a few tears to fall unheeded down her cheeks.In the distance two figures were
Chapter 3 In a moment the pleasant oak-raftered coffee-room of the inn became the scene of hopeless confusion and discomfort. At the first announcement made by the stable boy, Lord Antony, with a fashionable oath, had jumped up from his seat and was now giving many and confused directions to poor bewildered Jellyband, who seemed
Chapter 2 Feeling in every part of England certainly ran very high at this time against the French and their doings. Smugglers and legitimate traders between the French and the English coasts brought snatches of news from over the water, which made every honest Englishman’s blood boil, and made him long to have “a good
Chapter 1 The aristocrats were traitors to the people of France, all of them, men, women, and children, who happened to be the descendants of the great men who since the Crusades had made the glory of France: her old noblesse. Their ancestors had oppressed the people, had crushed them under the scarlet heels of
Chapter 10 We spent two very pleasant days at Oxford. There are plenty of dogs in the town of Oxford. Montmorency had eleven fights on the first day, and fourteen on the second, and evidently thought he had got to heaven.Among folk too constitutionally weak, or too constitutionally lazy, whichever it may be, to relish
Chapter 9 We stayed two days at Streatley, and got our clothes washed. We had tried washing them ourselves, in the river, under George’s superintendence, and it had been a failure. Indeed, it had been more than a failure, because we were worse off after we had washed our clothes than we were before. Before
Chapter 8 We woke late the next morning, and, at Harris’s earnest desire, partook of a plain breakfast, with “non dainties.” Then we cleaned up, and put everything straight (a continual labour, which was beginning to afford me a pretty clear insight into a question that had often posed me – namely, how a woman
Chapter 7 Marlow is one of the pleasantest river centres I know of. It is a bustling, lively little town; not very picturesque on the whole, it is true, but there are many quaint nooks and corners to be found in it, nevertheless – standing arches in the shattered bridge of Time, over which our
Chapter 6 I woke at six the next morning; and found George awake too. We both turned round, and tried to go to sleep again, but we could not. Had there been any particular reason why we should not have gone to sleep again, but have got up and dressed then and there, we should
Chapter 5 We made George work, now we had got him. He did not want to work, of course; that goes without saying. He had had a hard time in the City, so he explained. Harris, who is callous in his nature, and not prone to pity, said:“Ah! and now you are going to have
Chapter 4 It was while passing through Moulsey Lock an enclosure (as in a canal) with gates at each end, used in raising or lowering boats as they pass from level to level. that Harris told me about his maze experience. It took us some time to pass through, as we were the only boat,
Chapter 3 It was Mrs. Poppets that woke me up next morning.She said:“Do you know that it’s nearly nine o’clock, sir?”“Nine o’ what?” I cried, starting up.“Nine o’clock,” she replied, through the keyhole. “I thought you was a-oversleeping yourselves.”I woke Harris, and told him. He said: ”I thought you wanted to get up at six?”“So I
Chapter 2 So, on the following evening, we again assembled, to discuss and arrange our plans. Harris said:“Now, the first thing to settle is what to take with us. Now, you get a bit of paper and write down, J., and you get the grocery catalogue, George, and somebody give me a bit of pencil,
Chapter 1 The narrator Jerome Klapka Jerome along with his two long time real-life friends – George Wingrave (who went on to become a senior manager in Barclays Bank) and Carl Hentschel (the founder of a London printing press) called Harris in the book, are spending an evening in the narrator’s room. With them they