Peter Ibbetson
Peter Ibbetson
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Sheevidently recollected having seen me at Lady Cray's, where I had stoodall the evening alone in a rather conspicuous corner. I was soexceptionally tall (in those days of not such tall people as now) thatit was easy to notice and remember me, especially as I wore my beard, which it was unusual to do then among Englishmen.
She little guessed how _I_ remembered _her_; she little knew all she wasand had been to me--in life and in a dream!
My emotion was so great that I felt it in my very knees; I... couldscarcely walk; I was as weak as water. My worship for the beautifulstranger was becoming almost a madness. She was even more lovely thanMadame Seraskier. It was cruel to be like that.
It seems that I was fated to fall down and prostrate myself before verytall, slender women, with dark hair and lily skins and light angeliceyes. The fair damsel who sold tripe and pigs' feet in Clerkenwell wasalso of that type, I remembered; and so was Mrs. Deane. Fortunately forme it is not a common one!
All that day I spent on quays and bridges, leaning over parapets, andlooking at the Seine, and nursing my sweet despair, and calling myselfthe biggest fool in Paris, and recalling over and over again thatgray-blue kindly glance--my only light, the Light of the World for ME!
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Sheevidently recollected having seen me at Lady Cray's, where I had stoodall the evening alone in a rather conspicuous corner. I was soexceptionally tall (in those days of not such tall people as now) thatit was easy to notice and remember me, especially as I wore my beard, which it was unusual to do then among Englishmen.
She little guessed how _I_ remembered _her_; she little knew all she wasand had been to me--in life and in a dream!
My emotion was so great that I felt it in my very knees; I... couldscarcely walk; I was as weak as water. My worship for the beautifulstranger was becoming almost a madness. She was even more lovely thanMadame Seraskier. It was cruel to be like that.
It seems that I was fated to fall down and prostrate myself before verytall, slender women, with dark hair and lily skins and light angeliceyes. The fair damsel who sold tripe and pigs' feet in Clerkenwell wasalso of that type, I remembered; and so was Mrs. Deane. Fortunately forme it is not a common one!
All that day I spent on quays and bridges, leaning over parapets, andlooking at the Seine, and nursing my sweet despair, and calling myselfthe biggest fool in Paris, and recalling over and over again thatgray-blue kindly glance--my only light, the Light of the World for ME!
What to read after Peter Ibbetson?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Du Maurier George to read onlineMoreLess
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