The Lee Shore. Macaulay Rose

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       Rose Macaulay

      The Lee Shore

      Published by Good Press, 2019

       [email protected]

      EAN 4064066212438

Table of Contents

       CHAPTER I

       A HEREDITARY BEQUEST

       CHAPTER II

       THE CHOICE OF A CAREER

       CHAPTER III

       THE HOPES

       CHAPTER IV

       THE COMPLETE SHOPPER

       CHAPTER V

       THE SPLENDID MORNING

       CHAPTER VI

       HILARY, PEGGY, AND HER BOARDERS

       CHAPTER VII

       DIANA, ACTÆON, AND LORD EVELYN

       CHAPTER VIII

       PETER UNDERSTANDS

       CHAPTER IX

       THE FAT IN THE FIRE

       CHAPTER X

       THE LOSS OF A PROFESSION

       CHAPTER XI

       THE LOSS OF AN IDEA

       CHAPTER XII

       THE LOSS OF A GOBLET AND OTHER THINGS

       CHAPTER XIII

       THE LOSS OF THE SINGLE STATE

       CHAPTER XIV

       PETER, RHODA, AND LUCY

       CHAPTER XV

       THE LOSS OF A WIFE

       CHAPTER XVI

       A LONG WAY

       CHAPTER XVII

       QUARRELS IN THE RAIN

       CHAPTER XVIII

       THE BREAKING-POINT

       CHAPTER XIX

       THE NEW LIFE

       CHAPTER XX

       THE LAST LOSS

       CHAPTER XXI

       ON THE SHORE

CHAPTER I

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A HEREDITARY BEQUEST

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      During the first week of Peter Margerison's first term at school, Urquhart suddenly stepped, a radiant figure on the heroic scale, out of the kaleidoscopic maze of bemusing lights and colours that was Peter's vision of his new life.

      Peter, seeing Urquhart in authority on the football field, asked, "Who is it?" and was told, "Urquhart, of course," with the implication "Who else could it be?"

      "Oh," Peter said, and blushed. Then he was told, "Standing right in Urquhart's way like that! Urquhart doesn't want to be stared at by all the silly little kids in the lower-fourth." But Urquhart was, as a matter of fact, probably used to it.

      So that was Urquhart. Peter Margerison hugged secretly his two pieces of knowledge; so secret they were, and so enormous, that he swelled visibly with them; there seemed some danger that they might even burst him. That great man was Urquhart. Urquhart was that great man. Put so, the two pieces of knowledge may seem to have a certain similarity; there was in effect a delicate discrimination between them. If not wholly distinct one from the other, they were anyhow two separate aspects of the same startling and rather magnificent fact.

      Then there was another aspect: did Urquhart know that he, Margerison, was in fact Margerison? He showed no sign of such knowledge; but then it was naturally not part of his business to concern himself with silly little kids in the lower-fourth.