Julie CaneHarper & brothers, 1924 - 343 pàgines A psychological study of the relations of a father with a daughter. John Cane, by nature a dreamer and thinker, whom accident had made a grocer and the husband of a sour, loveless woman, could only look at his daughter and marvel. He saw a chance to realize in her some his own dreams and to apply to the teaching of Julie the philosophy which he had worked out from his wide if eccentric reading. And Julie proved an apt pupil. |
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Pàgina 39 - There is an hour when I must die, Nor do I know how soon 'twill come : A thousand children, young as I, Are call'd by death to hear their doom. Let me improve the hours I have, Before the day of grace is fled : There's no repentance in the grave, No pardon offer'd to the dead.
Pàgina 39 - ... you love must die," and the tears dripped down her high cheekbones as she hummed it; but she was far from unhappy. She was enjoying a physical orgy of maternal ecstasy, her face flushed, her thin lips pouting as she gazed broodingly down at her child. Her eyes set in a swimming glaze of transport. By a strange confusion of consciousness, her child, a part of her own flesh, had become herself in infancy, and she was her own mother singing to her. With a mystical exaltation and reeling of the brain,...
Pàgina 197 - ... imagining that Julie was in her arms. . . . She kissed the undergarments that were to touch the beloved young body; and when she had made a dress she caressed it and hugged it to her breast so that it might by proxy be her arms around Julie. . . . When she had Julie in the sewing room to try on the clothes she had made, her hands shook, her heart suffocated, and she turned away and wept while she fumbled over some pretense of taking up a tuck in the back of the garment. . . . After Julie had...
Pàgina 197 - ... her breast so that it might by proxy be her arms around Julie. . . . When she had Julie in the sewing room to try on the clothes she had made, her hands shook, her heart suffocated, and she turned away and wept while she fumbled over some pretense of taking up a tuck in the back of the garment. . . . After Julie had gone she sat with her face in her hands, her cheeks burning against her cold fingers, her mouth aching, seeing still the dimples in Julie's shoulders, kissing them in her imagination...
Pàgina 280 - ... his gate in a few fierce, exultant, swift strides; and turning in he had looked back at her, biting his lips; and then out of her sight between the gate posts, he snapped his fingers and dashed up the path. Gosh ! He loved her. He loved her and he had to have her. And he had almost lost her — damn her! She had made him crawl and beg and abase himself. Well, that was love. That was what it did to you. Some day it would be her turn, and then they would be quits. She loved him. He knew it. And...
Pàgina 165 - I don't want to fight him. I could lick him if I wanted to. I'm bigger'n he is. But I don't want to. I don't know what's the matter with him." He gloomed along beside her, his head down, watching the distance anxiously under his eyebrows. "It's all right for him. I s'pose his mother don't make so much trouble for him. But it ain't nice to fight anyway. An' I don't want to fight him. I like him. He's all right — unless when he starts something like this. I don't know what's the matter with him.
Pàgina 197 - ... the passion of a spinster school mistress for the young heroine, her ward. The author, who delivers a good many brief lectures along the way, labels this last emotion thwarted maternity, but by the time Julie has reached late adolescence he is describing Martha Perrin's feeling for her as follows: It had come to this, that Martha put herself to sleep at night imagining that Julie was in her arms. . . . She kissed the undergarments that were to touch the beloved young body; and when she had made...
Pàgina 22 - ... afresh. It was a dark November morning with a cold rain, and he lighted all his lights. The effect was cheering. He was warm and dry, protected, comfortable, while the whole hurried, driven, weatherbeaten world of anxious men and women scurried past his door to catch an early train. He stood looking out at them from his snug shelter, and he began to brighten. As the fire burned up, a pleasant odor of scorched stove-polish joined the distillation of sweet, stuffy smells that make the aromatic...