Category: The Good Soldier

I DON’T know how it is best to put this thing down–whether it would be better to try and tell the story from the beginning, as if it were a story; or whether to tell it from this distance of … Read the rest

THIS is the saddest story I have ever heard. We had known the Ashburnhams for nine seasons of the town of Nauheim with an extreme intimacy–or, rather with an acquaintanceship as loose and easy and yet as close as a … Read the rest

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THE odd thing is that what sticks out in my recollection of the rest of that evening was Leonora’s saying:

“Of course you might marry her,” and, when I asked whom, she answered:

“The girl.”

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LET me think where we were. Oh, yes . . . that conversation took place on the 4th of August, 1913. I remember saying to her that, on that day, exactly nine years before, I had made their acquaintance, so … Read the rest

THE death of Mrs Maidan occurred on the 4th of August, 1904. And then nothing happened until the 4th of August, 1913. There is the curious coincidence of dates, but I do not know whether that is one of those … Read the rest

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So began those nine years of uninterrupted tranquillity. They were characterized by an extraordinary want of any communicativeness on the part of the Ashburnhams to which we, on our part, replied by leaving out quite as extraordinarily, and nearly as … Read the rest

IT was a very hot summer, in August, 1904; and Florence had already been taking the baths for a month. I don’t know how it feels to be a patient at one of those places. I never was a patient … Read the rest