“All the finger marks in the captain’s study were for some reason destroyed, but I found others outside, in the dust on that seldom-used gate which leads from the garden. Without his knowing, I secured from the man I suspected the imprint of his right thumb.”
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“She had desired passionately the apprehension of his murderer, and had turned over and over in her mind the possibilities of white asters, a scarab pin and a Homburg hat.”
“This string of intimate messages, popularly known as the Agony Column, has long been an honored institution in the English press.”
“Like so many Americans of Irish descent, all the poetry in his nature was twined about his love for Ireland.”
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“How she wished the children could sleep a little longer; perhaps, drift into a coma until all this was over. The thought of seeing them writhe under the bite of hunger chafed at something delicate in her.”
“The truth is inside the numbers and the words like cream in a cream-filled doughnut. Something is about to happen and she is at the center of it, waiting.”
“I sat looking at her face and wishing she were there, watching some stranger look at me with pity through my lover’s eyes.”
“For Vera, the transition from seeing a ghost to becoming one began subtly, like the first leaf sailing down to her sunny marigolds in September.”
Classic Fiction by Women
In 1950s Jacksonville, Laura Lee Kimble stands accused of beating a man nearly to death. Author Zora Neale Hurston tells her story of speaking truth to power.
“It wasn’t any use trying to be serious with Edward. She might as well enjoy herself and give him a good time. It would, she thought, probably be their last.”
The trappings of domesticity and routine lead to a nervous breakdown in this short story from 1966.
A colorful cast of characters fills a Manhattan apartment house with wild parties, thrice-told stories, and memories of days gone by.