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A Fragment Of Stained Glass

Auhtor: David Herbert Lawrence

Language: english
Published: 1914

Genres:

fiction,  short stories
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Review by Stephen M. Charme, June 2010


Rating: (*****)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Excerpts from the Book 'A Fragment Of Stained Glass':

... so that he drags a little, and so that the right corner of his mouth is twisted up into his cheek with a constant grimace, unhidden by a heavy moustache. ...
... of waiting till they have finished. His people do not like him, yet none could bring forth an accusation against him, save, that You never can tell ...
... we chanted, came a crackling at the window, at the great east window, where hung our Lord on the Cross. It was a malicious covetous Devil wrathed by us, ...
... began, sing-song, sardonic: I was a serf in Rollestoun's Newthorpe Manor, master of the stables I was. One day a horse bit me as I was grooming him. ...
... of movement, when I began to hunt for food. There was nothing to be found but hips. After wandering about till I was faint I dropped again in the bracken. ...
... the ice bending or tightening in the frost. I was in the woods above the lake, only two miles from the Manor. And yet, when the lake whooped hollowly ...
... the mill with the horses. The thought of cakes of bread and of bacon made me reel as if drunk. I had torn at the rabbit holes, I had chewed wood all ...
... came riding in on his horse, and the barking of dogs was for him. I heard him curse the day, curse his servant, curse me, whom he had been out to hunt, ...
... At last I, too, lay drunk, swooning. I was roused by the shouting of the miller. He, angered by his daughter who wept, abused her, driving her from the ...
... in her arms and kissed me, wetting me with her tears, brushing me with her keen hair, warming me through. 'I will not go away from here,' I said. ...
... said. 'I will not sleep in the wood,' I answered, and it was my heart that spoke, 'for I am afraid. I had better be afraid of the voice of man and ...
... you draw back my arm,' I said, angry, 'you loosed a weal on my shoulder.' Thereafter she ran by my side, like a fawn beside its mother. 'We will ...
... upon the passing snow. We found ourselves under a door of light which shed its colours mixed with snow. This Martha had never seen, nor I, this door ...
... running downwards towards the stream. We felt ourselves eased when the smooth road of ice was beneath us. For a while it was resting, to travel thus ...
... the trees. Then I laid her down till I cut flat hairy boughs. I put her in my bosom on this dry bed, so we swooned together through the night. I laced ...
... a fire of larch boughs. She was afraid of me, hovering near, yet never crossing a space. 'Come,' said I, 'let us eat this food.' 'Your face,' ...
... she wondered. 'It is the red light of the night before,' I said. 'It is magic,' she answered. 'Shall I throw it?' said I, lifting the stone, 'shall ...
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