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CHAPTER THE FOURTH
* “There are many slaveries,” I said. “Those of the
lash and those of the liquor ; and the little men who
are slaves of hope, and the bond-serfs of a creed of
hate.” ’
Subchapter i
NEXT morning, to counter-balance my early
stirrings on the Sunday, I overslept. Nor
did Annie Marie awake me until necessity beat with
urgency upon her door. In dream I heard the sound
and imagined myself back again in Crimea, watching
the bombardment of Perekop Fortress across the
Sivash Boloto. Presently, however, half-awake, 1
was aware that the barrage against Perekop had ceased
and that someone shook me ungently by the shoulder.
So I awoke to find my room filled by the dazzle
of Egyptian sunshine and the heated presence of my
landlady.
“ ’Ere, kurnel, two blokes in a car lookin’ f’r yew.
’Mericans.”
“Americans ?”
“Yers. Fat un an’ a thin. ’Ere’s yer breakfast. I
told ’em yew’d be down in a quarter of an hour.”
She peered at me anxiously, concernedly, knowing
that these were probably clients who awaited me.
“Yew will, won’t yew ?”
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* “There are many slaveries,” I said. “Those of the
lash and those of the liquor ; and the little men who
are slaves of hope, and the bond-serfs of a creed of
hate.” ’
Subchapter i
NEXT morning, to counter-balance my early
stirrings on the Sunday, I overslept. Nor
did Annie Marie awake me until necessity beat with
urgency upon her door. In dream I heard the sound
and imagined myself back again in Crimea, watching
the bombardment of Perekop Fortress across the
Sivash Boloto. Presently, however, half-awake, 1
was aware that the barrage against Perekop had ceased
and that someone shook me ungently by the shoulder.
So I awoke to find my room filled by the dazzle
of Egyptian sunshine and the heated presence of my
landlady.
“ ’Ere, kurnel, two blokes in a car lookin’ f’r yew.
’Mericans.”
“Americans ?”
“Yers. Fat un an’ a thin. ’Ere’s yer breakfast. I
told ’em yew’d be down in a quarter of an hour.”
She peered at me anxiously, concernedly, knowing
that these were probably clients who awaited me.
“Yew will, won’t yew ?”
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Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/205190098 |
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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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