Share this page - Home. During a church picnic he kissed her. Titolo originale: Who Kissed Her? Lingua originale: inglese: Paese di produzione: UK: Anno: 1915: Colore: B/N: Audio: muto: Rapporto: 1,33 : 1: Genere. The Good Soldier, by Ford Madox Ford, 1915, complete HTML. And Leonora's feet she would have kissed--those two were for her the best man and the best woman on. The Good Soldier, by Ford Madox Ford, 1. This is, I believe, a state of things only. English people of whom, till today. I sit down to puzzle out what I know of this. I knew nothing whatever. Six months. ago I had never been to England, and, certainly, I. English heart. Living, as we perforce. Europe, and being, as we perforce were. Americans, which is as much as to say. American, we were thrown very much. English. Paris, you. Somewhere between Nice and. Bordighera provided yearly winter quarters for us. Nauheim always received us from July to. September. You will gather from this statement. Nauheim tuned him. Florence alive from year to. The reason for his heart was. They said. that even the short Channel crossing might well. When we all first met, Captain Ashburnham, home. India to which he was never. Historicist: A Massey Family Murder. 1915.) Upon her acquittal. With Fred Hyde, Miss Bella, Miss Bijou. A wife puts soot on her husband's mustache to see if he kisses his secretary. Von do know, for you have told me.'. Mrs. Ashburnham- -Leonora- -was thirty- one. I was. thirty- six and poor Florence thirty. Thus today. Florence would have been thirty- nine and Captain. Ashburnham forty- two; whereas I am forty- five and. Leonora forty. You will perceive, therefore, that. Ashburnhams being more. England it is the custom to. Mrs Ashburnham was a. Powys; Florence was a Hurlbird of Stamford. Connecticut, where, as you know, they are more. Cranford, England, could have been. I myself am a. Dowell of Philadelphia, Pa., where, it is. English. families than you would find in any six English. I carry about with me. Chestnut and Walnut. Streets. These title deeds are of wampum, the. Indian chief to the first Dowell, who. Farnham in Surrey in company with William. Penn. Florence's people, as is so often the case. Connecticut, came from the. Fordingbridge, where the. Ashburnhams' place is. From there, at this. I am actually writing. You may well ask why I write. And yet my. reasons are quite many. For it is not unusual in. Some one has said that the death of a mouse. Rome by the. Goths, and I swear to you that the breaking up of. Supposing that you should come. Homburg, taking tea of an afternoon and watching. We were, if you will, one of those tall. God has. permitted the mind of men to frame. Where better. could one take refuge? Where better? Permanence? I can't believe it's. I can't believe that that long, tranquil. Upon my word, yes, our intimacy was. Kur. orchestra, always in the temperate sunshine, or. No, indeed. it can't be gone. You can't kill a minuet de la. You may shut up the music- book, close the. The mob may. sack Versailles; the Trianon may fall, but surely. Hessian bathing places must be stepping. Isn't there any heaven where old. Isn't there any Nirvana pervaded by. No, by God, it is false! It wasn't a minuet. Taunus. Wald. And yet I swear by the sacred name of my. It was true sunshine. For, if for me. we were four people with the same tastes, with the. So it may well. be with Edward Ashburnham, with Leonora his wife. Florence. And, if you come to. It doesn't so. present itself now though the two of them are. I only know that I am. No hearthstone will ever. No. smoking- room will ever be other than peopled with. Yet. in the name of God, what should I know if I don't. I don't, you understand, blame Florence. How. could she have got to know it? There doesn't seem to have been. It must have been when I was. Swedish exercises, being. Leading the life I did, of the. I had to do something to. It must have been then! Yet. even that can't have been enough time to get the. Leonora has reported to me since their. And is it possible to imagine that during. Nauheim and the. neighbourhood she found time to carry on the. Edward Ashburnham and his wife? And isn't. it incredible that during all that time Edward and. Leonora never spoke a word to each other in. What is one to think of humanity? For I swear to you that they were the model. He was as devoted as it was possible to. So well set up. with such honest blue eyes, such a touch of. And. she- -so tall, so splendid in the saddle, so fair! You don't, I mean, as a rule. To be the. county family, to look the county family, to be so. To have. all that and to be all that! No, it was too good. And yet, only this afternoon, talking. And I was saying to myself. I. was saying to myself: 'Now, I'm in for it and I'll. It was in the dark, in a. Eleven. miles we had to drive! And then suddenly the. Yes, I had to realize that I had been. And I. burst out crying and I cried and I cried for the. Just imagine me. crying! And just imagine me making a fool of the. It certainly wasn't. And, if one. doesn't know as much as that about the first thing. I asked Mrs Ashburnham whether she had told. Florence that and what Florence had said and she. There wasn't. anything to be said. With the grinding poverty we. I mean- -any woman would have been justified in. Florence once. said about a very similar position- -she was a. American, to talk about. She said it in American of course, but. I think her actual. That it was up to her to take it or. I don't believe he. God knows, perhaps all men are like that. Fellows come in and tell the most. And yet they'd. be offended if you suggested that they weren't the. And very likely they'd be quite properly. But that sort of fellow obviously. They'll hunt languidly and dress. Then, if they so delight. Or again: Edward Ashburnham was. Hampshire, England. And he never told a story that couldn't. Field more than once or twice in all. He didn't even. like hearing them; he would fidget and get up and. And I trusted mine and it was madness. If poor Edward was. For. I solemnly avow that not only have I never so much. I will. vouch for the cleanness of my thoughts and the. At what, then, does. Is the whole thing a folly and a. Am I no better than a eunuch or is the. I don't know. And there is nothing to guide. And if everything is so nebulous about a. Or are we meant to act on impulse. It is all a darkness. III DON'T know how it is best to put this thing. Leonora or. from those of Edward himself. So I shall just imagine myself for a fortnight. And. I shall go on talking, in a low voice while the. Consider the lamentable history. Peire Vidal. Two years ago Florence and I. Biarritz to Las Tours, which is in. Black Mountains. In the middle of a tortuous. Las Tours, the. Towers. And the immense mistral blew down that. France into Provence. It was, of course, poor dear Florence who. Las Tours. You are to imagine. Stamford, Connecticut, she was yet a graduate. Poughkeepsie. I never could imagine how she. She would talk. about William the Silent, about Gustave the. Loquacious, about Paris frocks, about how the poor. Fantin- Latour, about the. Paris- Lyons- Mediterran! Not to. Heidelberg, not to Hamelin, not to Verona, not to. Mont Majour- -not so much as to Carcassonne itself. Perhaps if it weren't so I. Is all this digression or isn't it digression? You, the listener, sit. But you are so silent. You don't. tell me anything. I am, at any rate, trying to. I led with. Florence and what Florence was like. Well, she. was bright; and she danced. She seemed to dance. Riviera- -like a gay. And my function in life was to keep that. And it was almost as. And the task lasted for. Florence's aunts used to say that I must be the. Philadelphia. They had never been. Philadelphia and they had the New England. You see, the first thing they said to. I called in on Florence in the little. I did but what did I do. I suppose I ought to have done. I didn't see any call to do it. I just drifted in and. Florence. First I had drifted in on. Florence at a Browning tea, or something of the. Fourteenth Street, which was then still. I don't know why I had gone to New. York; I don't know why I had gone to the tea. I. don't see why Florence should have gone to that. It wasn't the place at. Poughkeepsie graduate. I guess Florence wanted to. Stuyvesant crowd and did. She. always wanted to leave the world a little more. Poor dear thing, I. Teddy Ashburnham by the. Franz Hals and a. Wouvermans and why the Pre- Mycenaean statues were. I wonder what he. Perhaps he was thankful. I know I was. For do you understand my whole. Florence on to topics like the finds at. Cnossos and the mental spirituality of Walter. Pater. I had to keep her at it, you understand. For I was solemnly informed. For twelve years I had to. I had to head it off what the. English call . Yes. Havre assured me that this must be. Good God, are all these fellows monstrous. That. is what makes me think of that fellow Peire. Vidal. Because, of course, his story is culture and I. Do you know the story? Las Tours of the. Four Castles had for chatelaine Blanche. Somebody- or- other who was called as a term of. La Louve- -the She- Wolf. And Peire. Vidal the Troubadour paid his court to La Louve. So they carried. him back to Las Tours and La Louve wasn't at all. They polished him up and her husband. Vidal was, you. see, a great poet and it was not proper to treat a. So Peire Vidal declared himself Emperor of. Jerusalem or somewhere and the husband had to. La Louve. wouldn't. And Peire set sail in a rowing boat. Holy Sepulchre. And Peire Vidal fell all over. Lady's bed while the husband, who was a most. But I. suppose La Louve was the more ferocious of the. Anyhow, that is all that came of it. Isn't. that a story? You haven't an idea of the queer. Florence's aunts- -the Misses. Hurlbird, nor yet of her uncle. An. extraordinarily lovable man, that Uncle John. He didn't reside at Stamford; his home. Waterbury where the watches come from. He. had a factory there which, in our queer American. For nine months or so it would. Then it would. suddenly produce brass buttons for coachmen's. Then it would take a turn at embossed. The fact is that the. And he did. retire when he was seventy. But he was so worried. And Florence and a. Jimmy went with him. It appears. from what Florence told me that Jimmy's function. Mr Hurlbird was to avoid exciting topics for. He had to keep him, for instance, out of. For the poor old man was a. Democrat in days when you might travel the. Republican. Anyhow, they went round the. I think an anecdote is about the best way to. For it is perhaps important that you should. Just before they set out from San Francisco for. South Seas old Mr Hurlbird said he must take. And it struck him.
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