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THE LOST TRUMPET
We stood and listened in the silver fall of moon¬
light. Nothing to hear. The rose-scent rippled
over us in little wavelets. Pelagueya was very near.
That rose-petal
Nights and days of weariness ; year on long drag¬
ging year, with ways and faces and bodies over¬
familiar, and the chirp of the grasshopper deafening
in the ears of both of us. I knew the tale, I knew the
tale! This was a moment’s madness, dead and
dreadful and a weary thing already in the womb of
to-morrow. Moonlight and a rose-leaf’s wander¬
ings—
I put Pelagueya away from me then. She laughed,
sobbingly. And then, as we stared at each other
mutely the banal clangour of the dinner-bell came
echoing down the garden.
Subchapter v
We went back to the camp across a stillness of
white, moonlighted lands. Huebsch and Marrot
walked in advance. Quaritch beside me, I remember,
had a face streaked and bedaubed with moonlight
shadow like a pen and ink sketch. It was that kind
of moonlight, caricaturing the earth and all things
that on it moved. Quaritch’s voice, snapping the
silence, startled me out of a dreary pondering. Which
the reality—the moonlighted world or the sun-
lighted ?
“That girl back there, sir—Aslaug Simonssen.
Why hasn’t somebody seduced her before this ?”
THE LOST TRUMPET
We stood and listened in the silver fall of moon¬
light. Nothing to hear. The rose-scent rippled
over us in little wavelets. Pelagueya was very near.
That rose-petal
Nights and days of weariness ; year on long drag¬
ging year, with ways and faces and bodies over¬
familiar, and the chirp of the grasshopper deafening
in the ears of both of us. I knew the tale, I knew the
tale! This was a moment’s madness, dead and
dreadful and a weary thing already in the womb of
to-morrow. Moonlight and a rose-leaf’s wander¬
ings—
I put Pelagueya away from me then. She laughed,
sobbingly. And then, as we stared at each other
mutely the banal clangour of the dinner-bell came
echoing down the garden.
Subchapter v
We went back to the camp across a stillness of
white, moonlighted lands. Huebsch and Marrot
walked in advance. Quaritch beside me, I remember,
had a face streaked and bedaubed with moonlight
shadow like a pen and ink sketch. It was that kind
of moonlight, caricaturing the earth and all things
that on it moved. Quaritch’s voice, snapping the
silence, startled me out of a dreary pondering. Which
the reality—the moonlighted world or the sun-
lighted ?
“That girl back there, sir—Aslaug Simonssen.
Why hasn’t somebody seduced her before this ?”
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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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