Lost trumpet
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CHAPTER THE THIRD
T had gone down to the Warrens then, as other
lost souls go down to Hell/
Subchapter i
THEY had gone. So had not I, for Adrian with
a twitch of his brows had signalled me to
remain. Straying round the garden paths the while
he saw the guests from the premises I put my hands
to my ears, and then laughed at myself, and dropped
them in some shame. If the shrilling of a garden
insect could drive me to this, I had better cease from
life altogether . . .
Adrian reappeared. Behind followed his servant,
tray-laden, with long glasses frostily bespeared.
Adrian sank again into the chair he had but lately
vacated.
“Here’s how, Colonel. Neither Huebsch nor
Marrot would look at a spot—prohibitionists in
fact as well as theory.” He held up his glass to the
sunlight. “I warned them as a medical man that
that was carrying things too far.”
“How did you come to know of them ?”
“They came to know of me. Fame. Marrot’s
occasionally troubled with the after-effects of a
perfectly devilish stomach-wound—war-relic, He
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T had gone down to the Warrens then, as other
lost souls go down to Hell/
Subchapter i
THEY had gone. So had not I, for Adrian with
a twitch of his brows had signalled me to
remain. Straying round the garden paths the while
he saw the guests from the premises I put my hands
to my ears, and then laughed at myself, and dropped
them in some shame. If the shrilling of a garden
insect could drive me to this, I had better cease from
life altogether . . .
Adrian reappeared. Behind followed his servant,
tray-laden, with long glasses frostily bespeared.
Adrian sank again into the chair he had but lately
vacated.
“Here’s how, Colonel. Neither Huebsch nor
Marrot would look at a spot—prohibitionists in
fact as well as theory.” He held up his glass to the
sunlight. “I warned them as a medical man that
that was carrying things too far.”
“How did you come to know of them ?”
“They came to know of me. Fame. Marrot’s
occasionally troubled with the after-effects of a
perfectly devilish stomach-wound—war-relic, He
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| The books of Lewis Grassic Gibbon > Lost trumpet > (39) |
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| Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/205189981 |
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| Description | J. Leslie Mitchell. |
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| Shelfmark | Vts.143.j.8 |
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| Description | Sixteen books written by Lewis Grassic Gibbon (1901-1935), regarded as the most important Scottish prose writer of the early 20th century. All were published in the last seven years of his life, mostly under his real name, James Leslie Mitchell. They include two works of science fiction, non-fiction works on exploration, short stories set in Egypt, a novel about Spartacus, and the classic 'Scots Quair' trilogy which includes 'Sunset Song'. Mitchell's first book 'Hanno, or the future of exploration' (1928) is rare and has never been republished. |
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