The Inheritors: An Extravagant StoryThis novel was conceived in the heated and controversial politics of Britain at the turn of the century. Arthur Granger, an aristocratic and unsuccessful novelist, betrays the ideals he prides himself on for the unrequited love of a young woman. And no ordinary woman, she, but an ethereal, goddess-like, nameless agent from a strange world. |
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Page 41 - You must come and see me again, Mr. Granger," Mrs. Hartly said from the door. "Come to the Buckingham and see how we're getting on with your friend's play. We must have a good long talk if you're to get my local colour, as Mr. Fox calls it." " To gild refined gold ; to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet ——* I quoted banally.
Page 198 - came to our ears from groups that passed us. A very old man with a nose that almost touched his thick lips, was saying to another of the same type: " Shot himself . . . through the left temple
Page 93 - wondered what it meant, what club had struck the wheel of my fortune and whirled it into this astounding attitude. " Of course you must think about it," he said. " I don't know," I muttered; " the idea is so new. It's so little in my line. I don't know what I should make of it.
Page 66 - whole silly farrago, in fact. I reasoned with myself—that I was tired, out of trim, and so on, that I was in a fit state to be at the mercy of any nightmare. I plunged into Southampton Row. There was safety in the contact with the crowd, in jostling, in being jostled.
Page 83 - our aunt would back me up. She'd have to. My money has been reviving the glories of the Grangers. You can see, they've been regilding the gate." I looked almost involuntarily at the tall iron gates through which she had passed into my view. It was true enough—some of the scroll work was radiant with new gold.
Page 17 - case stands for the broken lay figures and the faded serge curtains— it will be exactly the thing. It will be a new line, or rather—what is a great deal better, mind you —an old line treated in a slightly, very slightly different way. That's what the public wants.