SEARCH
0-9 A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Prev | Current Page 184 | Next

Thackeray, William Makepeace, 1811-1863

"The Best British Short Stories of 1922"

It's--because
she's in league with the devil." He nodded his head and stooped to pick
up a round flat pebble. "I tell you," he said, still stooping, "you
fellows don't realise what it is. I know I'm a bit close and all that.
But so would you be if you had that old hag listening to every thought
you think."
I looked at him, then turned and surveyed one by one the windows of the
house.
"Where's your _pater_?" I said awkwardly.
"Dead, ages and ages ago, and my mother too. She's not my aunt by
rights."
"What is she, then?"
"I mean she's not my mother's sister, because my grandmother married
twice; and she's one of the first lot. I don't know what you call her,
but anyhow she's not my real aunt."
"She gives you plenty of pocket-money."
Seaton looked steadfastly at me out of his flat eyes. "She can't give
me what's mine. When I come of age half of the whole lot will be mine;
and what's more"--he turned his back on the house--"I'll make her hand
over every blessed shilling of it."
I put my hands in my pockets and stared at Seaton.


Pages:
172 173 174 175 176 177 178 179 180 181 182 183 184 185 186 187 188 189 190 191 192 193 194 195 196