Lost trumpet
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70 THE LOST TRUMPET
old MS and the modern contours of the land. Now
this house here. I’m told, belongs to the mistress of
an Englishman, Gault, who was killed in Sahara
eighteen months ago ”
“Is the harlot in residence ?” inquired Marrot.
“M’sieu’, the lady is a Russian princess—and my
friend.”
Both stared at me. Huebsch rubbed his chins
consideringly. Marrot said :
“Glad of it. But I seem to have offended you.
Why ?”
“Does that need explaining ?”
“Should think so. I said : Is the harlot in residence ?
Just as I’d have said : Is the plumber in residence ?
or : Is the married woman in residence ? Just as I’d
refer to any of them by their professions if I didn’t
know their names.”
“Your references are too glib. The Princess
Bourrin is not a harlot. She and Gault were lovers,
free and equal, in that sense which you communists
are supposed to approve very highly.”
“Then I am sorry. I hope I’ll meet her.” He
looked at me disgustedly. “And what the hell did
you mean by referring to her as a lady, then ? If
she s acted and lived like that she’s a woman”
I shrugged away from that ambiguous rating. It
was not a case in which I cared to argue matters of
nomenclature. It was not a case I had ever hoped to
discuss again.
Huebsch poised his pencil above the map. “And
is the Princess at the house just now. Colonel ?”
old MS and the modern contours of the land. Now
this house here. I’m told, belongs to the mistress of
an Englishman, Gault, who was killed in Sahara
eighteen months ago ”
“Is the harlot in residence ?” inquired Marrot.
“M’sieu’, the lady is a Russian princess—and my
friend.”
Both stared at me. Huebsch rubbed his chins
consideringly. Marrot said :
“Glad of it. But I seem to have offended you.
Why ?”
“Does that need explaining ?”
“Should think so. I said : Is the harlot in residence ?
Just as I’d have said : Is the plumber in residence ?
or : Is the married woman in residence ? Just as I’d
refer to any of them by their professions if I didn’t
know their names.”
“Your references are too glib. The Princess
Bourrin is not a harlot. She and Gault were lovers,
free and equal, in that sense which you communists
are supposed to approve very highly.”
“Then I am sorry. I hope I’ll meet her.” He
looked at me disgustedly. “And what the hell did
you mean by referring to her as a lady, then ? If
she s acted and lived like that she’s a woman”
I shrugged away from that ambiguous rating. It
was not a case in which I cared to argue matters of
nomenclature. It was not a case I had ever hoped to
discuss again.
Huebsch poised his pencil above the map. “And
is the Princess at the house just now. Colonel ?”
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| The books of Lewis Grassic Gibbon > Lost trumpet > (70) |
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| Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/205190387 |
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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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