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The Novels, Tales, and Sketches of J.m. Barrie (1); Auld Licht Idylls. Better Dead
The Novels Tales and Sketches of Jm Barrie Auld Licht Idylls Better Dead - 1 Author:James Matthew Barrie Volume: 1 General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1898 Original Publisher: C. Scribner's sons Subjects: Fiction / Classics Fiction / Literary History / General Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General ... more »Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: BETTER DEAD CHAPTER I WHEN Andrew Riach went to London, his intention was to become private secretary to a member of the Cabinet. If time permitted, he proposed writing for the Press. " It might be better if you and Clarrie understood each other," the minister said. It was their last night together. They faced each other in the manse-parlour at Wheens, whose low, peeled ceiling had threatened Mr. Eassie at his desk every time he looked up with his pen in his mouth until his wife died, when he ceased to notice things. The one picture on the walls, an engraving of a boy in velveteen, astride a tree, entitled " Boyhood of Bunyan," had started life with him. The horsehair chairs were not torn, and you did not require to know the sofa before you sat down on it, that day thirty years before, when a chubby minister and his lady walked to the manse between two cart-loads of furniture, trying not to look elated. Clarrie rose to go, when she heard her name. The love-light was in her eyes, but Andrew didnot open the door for her, for he was a Scotch graduate. Besides, she might one day be his wife. The minister's toddy-ladle clinked against his tumbler, but Andrew did not speak. Clarrie was the girl he generally adored. " As for Clarrie," he said at last, " she puts me in an awkward position. How do I know that I love her?" " You have known each other a long time," said the minister. His guest was cleaning his pipe with a hair-pin, that his quick eye had detected on the carpet. "And she i...« less