Miss Hawkins looked at her watch. It was 2.30. If everything went to plan, she would be dead by six o’clock. But instead, having been sentenced to live, she embarked on a mission to taste life’s secret pleasures.
There is not a great deal that is gentle in my nature, but occasionally it gets the upper hand. Not that I resent it. I simply do not know how to deal with it. Friends, such as I have, have told me to let it take its course, that I am a better man than I allow myself to be. But I dare not give wa...
None to Go. That’s right. None to go. It’s over. It’s early evening. Verry and the boys have gone to the pictures. And I have reached that state of elation that the crusade promised me. I am at peace at last. I am avenged, at peace. And, above all, innocent. Later on, I shall take his ashes to th...
But she would miss the risk, even a slight one. So she wrote ‘Enjoyed myself.’ It was hardly a challenge but it introduced a small element of uncertainty which she had now begun to need as a stimulant to her day. She left the house early, having taken Maurice off the wall, for she knew that that ...
She had written to Mrs Crominski informing her of her decision, and suggesting at the same time that her presence at the interview was not strictly necessary. Mrs Crominski had replied. To the first, natural, she was delighted; to the second, natural she understood. She hadn’t really understood i...