The tunnel

Miriam paused with her heavy bag dragging at her arm. It was a disaster. But it was the last of Mornington Road. To explain about it would be to bring Mornington Road here.

This was disquieting. It was one thing to be the agnostic of the family--but Eve and Harriett. Miriam pondered resentfully while Gerald smoked and flicked his clothing and Harri...

There was a carriage at the door. West-end people, after late nights, managing to keep nine o'clock appointments--in a north wind. Miriam pressed the bell urgently. The scrubbed...

When she came to herself she was in the Strand. She walked on a little and turned aside to look at a jeweller's window and consider being in the Strand at night. Most of the sho...

Then all these years they might have been going sometimes to those lectures. Pater talking about them--telling about old Rayleigh and old Kelvin as if they were his intimates--f...

Miriam sat on a damp wooden seat at the station. Shivering with exhaustion, she looked across at the early morning distance, misty black and faint misty green.... Something had...

Why must I always think of her in this place.... It is always worst just along here.... Why do I always forget there's this piece ... always be hurrying along seeing nothing and...

The morning went on. It seemed as though there was to be no opportunity of telling Mr. Hancock until lunch had changed the feeling of the day. He knew there was something. Turni...

The cycling school was out of sight and done with and Miriam hurried down the Chalk Farm Road. If only she could see an omnibus and be in it going anywhere down away from the no...

Miriam swung her legs from the table and brought her tilted chair to the ground. The leads sloped down as she got to her feet and the strip of sky disappeared. The sunlight made...

Everything was ready for the two o'clock patient. There was no excuse for lingering any longer. Half past one. Why did they not come up? On her way to the door she opened the co...

Running upstairs to Mr. Hancock's room a quarter of an hour before his arrival in the morning Miriam found herself wishing that she lived altogether at Wimpole Street. They were...

Miriam found it difficult to believe that the girl was a dental secretary. She swept about among Miss Szigmondy's guests in a long Liberty dress, her hands holding her long scar...

"It was simply heavenly going off--all standing in the hall in evening dress while the servants blew for hansoms. I wore my bridesmaid's dress with a piece of tulle arranged rou...

Nearly all the roses were half-opened buds; firm and stiff. Larger ones put in here and there gave the effect of mass. Closest contemplation enhanced the beauty of the whole. Ea...

They had walked swiftly and silently along through the bright evening daylight of the Finchley Road. Miriam held her knowledge suspended, looking forward to the enclosure at the...

The patient sat up with a groan of relief. His dark strong positive liverish profile turned away towards the spittoon. There was a clean broad gap of neck between the strong int...

It was a sort of formality. They all three seemed to be waiting for something to begin. They were not at ease. Perhaps they had come to the end of everything they had to say to...

It had evidently been a great festival. One of the events of Mr. Hancock's summer; designed by him for the happiness and enjoyment of his friends and enjoyed by him in labouring...

Miriam turned swiftly in her chair and looked up. But Mr. Hancock was already at the door. There was only a glimpse of his unknown figure arrested for a moment with its back to...

To-day the familiar handwriting brought no relief. This letter must be the final explanation. She opened it, standing by the hall table. "Dear Miss Henderson--you are very persi...

That woman was an elderly woman of the world; but a dear. She understood. She had spent her life in amongst people, having a life of her own going on all the time; looking out a...

Cool with sound short sleep she rose early, the memory of yesterday giving a Sunday leisure to the usual anxious hurry of breakfast. She was strong with her own possessions. Wim...

They looked less set up like that in a row than when they had lain about on the floor of the den ... taking up Dante and Beethoven at tea time.

The room still had the same radiant air. Nothing looked worn. There was not a spot anywhere. Bowls of flowers stood about. The Coalport tea service was set out on the little bla...

There was a strong soft grey light standing at the side of the blind ... smiling and touching her as it had promised. She leaped to the floor and stood looking at it swaying wit...

Being really happy or really miserable makes people like you and like being with you. They need not know the cause. Someone will speak now, in a moment.... Miriam tried to retur...

Miriam went in briskly.... "Well? How is the decayed gentlewoman?" she said briskly from the doorway. She hardly looked. She had taken in the close-fitting bonnet and chin bow a...

Miriam had no choice but to settle herself on the cane-seated chair. When Miss Dear had drawn the four drab coloured curtains into place the small cubicle was in semi-darkness.

"Regular field-day, eh Miss Hens'n? Look here----" Mr. Orly turned towards the light coming in above the front door to exhibit his torn waistcoat and broken watch-chain. "Came f...

It was ... jolly; to have something one was obliged to do every evening--but it could not go on. Next week-end, the Brooms, that would be an excuse for making a break. She must...

The short figure looked taller in the cassock, funny and hounded, like all curates; pounding about and arranging a place for her and trying to collect his thoughts while he repe...

Miriam crossed to the fireplace through a warm faintly sweet atmosphere. A small fire was smoking and the gas was partly turned down but the room was warm with a friendly brown...