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_BY THE SAME AUTHOR_ ROUND THE CORNER OLD MOLE YOUNG EARNEST _LONDON, T. FISHER UNWIN LTD._
PETER HOMUNCULUS LITTLE BROTHER THREE PRETTY MEN SAMUEL BUTLER WINDMILLS SATIRE THE JOY OF THE THEATRE FOUR PLAYS ADVENTUROUS LOVE (POEMS)
LONDON T. FISHER UNWIN LTD ADELPHI TERRACE
_Shall tears be shed because the blossoms fall, Because the cloudy cherry slips away, And leaves its branches in a leafy thrall Till ruddy fruits do hang upon the spray?_
_Shall tears be shed because the youthful bloom And all th'excess of early life must fade For larger wealth of joy in smaller room To dwell contained in love of man and maid?_
_Nay, rather leap, O heart, to see fulfilled In certain joy th'uncertain promised glee, To have so many mountain torrents spilled For one fair river moving to the sea._
PAGE I. LONDON WHERE THE KING LIVES 11 II. POVERTY 21 III. PRISON 34 IV. FIRST LOVE 52 V. A TURNING-POINT 63 VI. EDGAR FROITZHEIM AND OTHERS 74 VII. THE DETMOLD 83 VIII. HETTY FINCH 96 IX. THE QUINTETTE 109 X. MORRISON 134
I. THE POT-AU-FEU 145 II. LOGAN 156 III. LOGAN SETS TO WORK 167 IV. BURNHAM BEECHES 183 V. HAPPY HAMPSTEAD 196 VI. CAMDEN TOWN 209 VII. MR. TILNEY TYSOE 221 VIII. THE MERLIN'S CAVE 235 IX. "GOOD-BYE" 247 X. PARIS 259
I. EDWARD TUFNELL 283 II. THE CAMPAIGN OPENS 295 III. SUCCESS 306 IV. REACTION 320 V. LOGAN GIVES A PARTY 331 VI. REVELATION 346 VII. CONFLICT 364 VIII. OLIVER 382 IX. LOGAN MAKES AN END 404 X. PASSOVER 415
THE boat-train had disgorged its passengers, who had huddled together in a crowd round the luggage as it was dragged out of the vans, and then had jostled their way out into the London they had been so long approaching. When the crowd scattered it left like a deposit a little knot of strange-looking people in brilliant clothes who stared about them pathetically and helplessly. There were three old men who seemed to be strangers to each other and a handsome Jewess with her family--two girls and three boys. The two elder boys carried on their backs the family bedding, and the youngest clung to his mother's skirts and was frightened by the noise, the hurrying crowds of people, the vastness and the ugly, complicated angular lines of the station. The woman looked disappointed and hurt. Her eyes searched through the crowds, through every fresh stream of people. She was baffled and anxious. Once or twice she was accosted, but she could not understand a word of what was said to her. At last she produced a piece of paper and showed it to a railway official, who came up thinking it was time these outlandish folk moved on. He could not read what was written on it, for the paper was very dirty and the characters were crabbed and awkwardly written. He turned to the old men, one of whom said excitedly the only English words he knew--"London--Jewish--Society." The official looked relieved. These people did not look like Jews, and the eldest girl and the little boy were lovely. He went away, and the woman, whose hopes had risen, once more looked disconsolate. The little boy buried his face in her apron and wept.