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I sat staring at the clock for some time and, when its ticking began to irritate me, I left the room.
uncanny
uncanny about
I mounted the staircase and gained the upper part of the house.
about
about him
The high cold empty gloomy rooms liberated me and I went from room to room singing.
him
him i
From the front window I saw my companions playing below in the street.
i
i ll
Their cries reached me weakened and indistinct and, leaning my forehead against the cool glass, I looked over at the dark house where she lived.
ll
ll tell
I may have stood there for an hour, seeing nothing but the brown-clad figure cast by my imagination, touched discreetly by the lamplight at the curved neck, at the hand upon the railings and at the border below the dress.
tell
tell you
When I came downstairs again I found Mrs Mercer sitting at the fire.
you
you my
She was an old garrulous woman, a pawnbroker’s widow, who collected used stamps for some pious purpose.
my
my opinion
I had to endure the gossip of the tea-table.
opinion
opinion he
The meal was prolonged beyond an hour and still my uncle did not come.
he
he began
Mrs Mercer stood up to go: she was sorry she couldn’t wait any longer, but it was after eight o’clock and she did not like to be out late as the night air was bad for her.
began
began to
When she had gone I began to walk up and down the room, clenching my fists.
to
to puff
My aunt said: “I’m afraid you may put off your bazaar for this night of Our Lord.” At nine o’clock I heard my uncle’s latchkey in the halldoor.
puff
puff at
I heard him talking to himself and heard the hallstand rocking when it had received the weight of his overcoat.
at
at his
I could interpret these signs.
his
his pipe
When he was midway through his dinner I asked him to give me the money to go to the bazaar.
pipe
pipe no
He had forgotten.
no
no doubt
“The people are in bed and after their first sleep now,” he said.
doubt
doubt arranging
I did not smile.
arranging
arranging his
My aunt said to him energetically: “Can’t you give him the money and let him go?
his
his opinion
You’ve kept him late enough as it is.” My uncle said he was very sorry he had forgotten.
opinion
opinion in
He said he believed in the old saying: “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.” He asked me where I was going and, when I had told him a second time he asked me did I know The Arab’s Farewell to his Steed.
in
in his
When I left the kitchen he was about to recite the opening lines of the piece to my aunt.
his
his mind
I held a florin tightly in my hand as I strode down Buckingham Street towards the station.
mind
mind tiresome
The sight of the streets thronged with buyers and glaring with gas recalled to me the purpose of my journey.
tiresome
tiresome old
I took my seat in a third-class carriage of a deserted train.
old
old fool
After an intolerable delay the train moved out of the station slowly.
fool
fool when
It crept onward among ruinous houses and over the twinkling river.
when
when we
At Westland Row Station a crowd of people pressed to the carriage doors; but the porters moved them back, saying that it was a special train for the bazaar.
we
we knew
I remained alone in the bare carriage.
knew
knew him
In a few minutes the train drew up beside an improvised wooden platform.
him
him first
I passed out on to the road and saw by the lighted dial of a clock that it was ten minutes to ten.
first
first he
In front of me was a large building which displayed the magical name.
he
he used
I could not find any sixpenny entrance and, fearing that the bazaar would be closed, I passed in quickly through a turnstile, handing a shilling to a weary-looking man.
used
used to
I found myself in a big hall girdled at half its height by a gallery.
to
to be
Nearly all the stalls were closed and the greater part of the hall was in darkness.
be
be rather
I recognised a silence like that which pervades a church after a service.
rather
rather interesting
I walked into the centre of the bazaar timidly.
interesting
interesting talking
A few people were gathered about the stalls which were still open.
talking
talking of
Before a curtain, over which the words Café Chantant were written in coloured lamps, two men were counting money on a salver.
of
of faints
I listened to the fall of the coins.
faints
faints and
Remembering with difficulty why I had come I went over to one of the stalls and examined porcelain vases and flowered tea-sets.
and
and worms
At the door of the stall a young lady was talking and laughing with two young gentlemen.
worms
worms but
I remarked their English accents and listened vaguely to their conversation.
but
but i
“O, I never said such a thing!” “O, but you did!” “O, but I didn’t!” “Didn’t she say that?” “Yes.
i
i soon
I heard her.” “O, there’s a ... fib!” Observing me the young lady came over and asked me did I wish to buy anything.
soon
soon grew
The tone of her voice was not encouraging; she seemed to have spoken to me out of a sense of duty.
grew
grew tired
I looked humbly at the great jars that stood like eastern guards at either side of the dark entrance to the stall and murmured: “No, thank you.” The young lady changed the position of one of the vases and went back to the two young men.
tired
tired of
They began to talk of the same subject.
of
of him
Once or twice the young lady glanced at me over her shoulder.
him
him and
I lingered before her stall, though I knew my stay was useless, to make my interest in her wares seem the more real.
and
and his
Then I turned away slowly and walked down the middle of the bazaar.
his
his endless
I allowed the two pennies to fall against the sixpence in my pocket.
endless
endless stories
I heard a voice call from one end of the gallery that the light was out.
stories
stories about
The upper part of the hall was now completely dark.
about
about the
Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.
the
the distillery
EVELINE She sat at the window watching the evening invade the avenue.
distillery
distillery i
Her head was leaned against the window curtains and in her nostrils was the odour of dusty cretonne.
i
i have
She was tired.
have
have my
Few people passed.
my
my own
The man out of the last house passed on his way home; she heard his footsteps clacking along the concrete pavement and afterwards crunching on the cinder path before the new red houses.
own
own theory
One time there used to be a field there in which they used to play every evening with other people’s children.
theory
theory about
Then a man from Belfast bought the field and built houses in it—not like their little brown houses but bright brick houses with shining roofs.
about
about it
The children of the avenue used to play together in that field—the Devines, the Waters, the Dunns, little Keogh the cripple, she and her brothers and sisters.
it
it he
Ernest, however, never played: he was too grown up.
he
he said
Her father used often to hunt them in out of the field with his blackthorn stick; but usually little Keogh used to keep nix and call out when he saw her father coming.
said
said i
Still they seemed to have been rather happy then.
i
i think
Her father was not so bad then; and besides, her mother was alive.
think
think it
That was a long time ago; she and her brothers and sisters were all grown up; her mother was dead.
it
it was
Tizzie Dunn was dead, too, and the Waters had gone back to England.
was
was one
Everything changes.
one
one of
Now she was going to go away like the others, to leave her home.
of
of those
Home!
those
those peculiar
She looked round the room, reviewing all its familiar objects which she had dusted once a week for so many years, wondering where on earth all the dust came from.
peculiar
peculiar cases
Perhaps she would never see again those familiar objects from which she had never dreamed of being divided.
cases
cases but
And yet during all those years she had never found out the name of the priest whose yellowing photograph hung on the wall above the broken harmonium beside the coloured print of the promises made to Blessed Margaret Mary Alacoque.
but
but it
He had been a school friend of her father.
it
it s
Whenever he showed the photograph to a visitor her father used to pass it with a casual word: “He is in Melbourne now.” She had consented to go away, to leave her home.
s
s hard
Was that wise?
hard
hard to
She tried to weigh each side of the question.
to
to say
In her home anyway she had shelter and food; she had those whom she had known all her life about her.
say
say he
Of course she had to work hard, both in the house and at business.
he
he began
What would they say of her in the Stores when they found out that she had run away with a fellow?
began
began to
Say she was a fool, perhaps; and her place would be filled up by advertisement.
to
to puff
Miss Gavan would be glad.
puff
puff again
She had always had an edge on her, especially whenever there were people listening.
again
again at
“Miss Hill, don’t you see these ladies are waiting?” “Look lively, Miss Hill, please.” She would not cry many tears at leaving the Stores.
at
at his
But in her new home, in a distant unknown country, it would not be like that.
his
his pipe
Then she would be married—she, Eveline.
pipe
pipe without
People would treat her with respect then.
without
without giving
She would not be treated as her mother had been.
giving
giving us
Even now, though she was over nineteen, she sometimes felt herself in danger of her father’s violence.
us
us his
She knew it was that that had given her the palpitations.
his
his theory
When they were growing up he had never gone for her like he used to go for Harry and Ernest, because she was a girl; but latterly he had begun to threaten her and say what he would do to her only for her dead mother’s sake.
theory
theory my
And now she had nobody to protect her.
my
my uncle
Ernest was dead and Harry, who was in the church decorating business, was nearly always down somewhere in the country.
uncle
uncle saw
Besides, the invariable squabble for money on Saturday nights had begun to weary her unspeakably.
saw
saw me
She always gave her entire wages—seven shillings—and Harry always sent up what he could but the trouble was to get any money from her father.
me
me staring
He said she used to squander the money, that she had no head, that he wasn’t going to give her his hard-earned money to throw about the streets, and much more, for he was usually fairly bad of a Saturday night.
staring
staring and
In the end he would give her the money and ask her had she any intention of buying Sunday’s dinner.
and
and said