قراءة كتاب A Sheaf of Corn
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A SHEAF OF CORN
BY THE SAME AUTHOR
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Olivia's Summer
A Lost Estate
The Parish of Hilby
The Parish Nurse
Gran'ma's Jane
Mrs. Peter Howard
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One Another's Burdens
There was Once a Prince
When Arnold comes Home
Moonlight
The Mating of a Dove
The Fields of Dulditch
Among the Syringas
Susannah
The Eglamore Portraits
The Memories of Ronald Love
A SHEAF OF CORN
BY
MARY E. MANN
"I WENT A PILGRIM THROUGH THE UNIVERSE,
AND COMMUNED OFT WITH STRANGERS AS I STRAYED,
IN EVERY CORNER SOME ADVANTAGE FOUND,
AND FROM EACH SHEAF OF CORN I DREW A BLADE."
METHUEN & CO.
36 ESSEX STREET W.C.
LONDON
First Published in 1908
CONTENTS
| PAGE | |
| WOMEN O' DULDITCH | 1 |
| CLOMAYNE'S CLERK | 15 |
| IN A TEA-SHOP | 33 |
| A CHALK-MARK ON A GATE—Part I | 51 |
| A CHALK-MARK ON A GATE—Part II | 63 |
| "AS 'TWAS TOLD TO ME" | 77 |
| FREDDY'S SHIP | 91 |
| A NERVE CURE | 109 |
| THE PRIVATE WARD | 135 |
| DORA OF THE RINGOLETS | 153 |
| PINK CARNATIONS | 167 |
| A LITTLE WHITE DOG | 183 |
| IT ANSWERED | 195 |
| TO BERTHA IN BOMBAY | 209 |
| AUNTIE | 223 |
| WILLY AND I | 243 |
| A BROKEN BOOT | 255 |
| WHEN DEEP SLEEP FALLETH | 267 |
| THE EXCELLENT JOYS OF YOUTH | 283 |
| CARES OF A CURATE | 297 |
A SHEAF OF CORN
WOMEN O' DULDITCH
Dinah Brome stood in the village shop, watching, with eyes keen to detect the slightest discrepancy in the operation, the weighing of her weekly parcels of grocery.
She was a strong, wholesome-looking woman of three- or four-and-forty, with a clean, red skin, clear eyes, dark hair, crinkling crisply beneath her sober, respectable hat. All her clothes were sober and respectable, and her whole mien. No one would have guessed from it that she had not a shred of character to her back.
The knowledge of this incontrovertible fact did not influence the demeanour of the shop-woman towards her. There was not better pay in the village, nor a more constant customer than Dinah Brome. In such circumstances, Mrs Littleproud was not the woman to throw stones.
"They tell me as how Depper's wife ain't a-goin' to get over this here sickness she've got," she said, tucking in the edges of the whitey-brown paper upon the half-pound of moist sugar taken from the scales. "The doctor, he ha'n't put a name to her illness, but 'tis one as'll carry her off, he say."
"A quarter pound o' butter," Dinah unmovedly said. "The best, please. I don't fancy none o' that that ha' got the taste o' the shop in it."
"Doctor, he put his hid in at the door this afternoon," Mrs Littleproud went on; "he'd got his monkey up, the old doctor had! ''Tis a rank shame,' he say, 'there ain't none o' these here lazy women o' Dulditch with heart enough to go to help that poor critter