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47. "Your grandfather died the day you were born. He was ninety."
"Ninety? Are there many Forsytes besides those in the Red Book?" "I don’t
know", said Soames. "They’re all dispersed now. The old ones are dead except
Timothy." (J.G.)
48. His destination was Newmarket, and he had not been there since the
autumn of 1899, when he stole over from Oxford for the Cambridgeshire." (J.G.)
49. They were thus introduced by Holly: "This is Jon, my little brother;
Fleur's a cousin of ours, Jon." Jon, who was coming in through a French
window out of a strong sunlight, was so confounded by the providential nature
of this miracle, that he had time to hear Fleur say calmly: "Oh, how do you
do?" as if he had never seen her …(J.G.)
50. Jon reached Paddington Station half an hour before his time and a full
week after, as it seemed to him. He stood at the appointed bookstall, amid a
crowd of Sunday travellers, in a Harris tweed suit exhaling, as it were, the
emotion of his thumping heart. (J.G.)
51. At this high-water mark of what was once the London season, there
was nothing to mark it out from any other except a grey top hat or two, and the
sun. (J.G.)
52. She would soon show them all that she was only just beginning. And she
smiled to herself on the top of the bus which carried her back to Mayfair. (J.G.)
53. On the day of the cancelled meeting of the National Gallery began the
second anniversary of the resurrection of England's pride and glory – or, more
shortly, the top hat. "Lord's – that festival which the War had driven from the
field – raised its light and dark-blue flags for the second time, displaying almost
every feature of a glorious past … The papers were about to estimate the
attendance at ten thousand. (J.G.)
54. There, beside her in a lawn-coloured frock with narrow black edges,
he had watched the game, and felt the old thrill stir within him. When Soames
passed, the day was spoiled. Irene's face was distorted by compression of the
lips. No good to go on sitting here with Soames or perhaps his daughter
recurring in front of them, like decimals. (J.G.)
55. There in the cool, and scent of vanilla and ammonia, away from flies,
the three Alderneys were chewing the quiet cud; just milked, waiting for eve-
ning, to be turned out again into the lower field. (J.G.)
56. Her eyes traveled indulgently among her guests. Soames had gripped
the back of a buhl chair; young Mont was behind that "awfully amusing"
screen, which no one as yet had been able to explain to her. (J.G.)
57. He saw her kiss her mother, her aunt, Val's wife, Imogen, and then
come forth, quick and pretty as ever. How would she treat him at this last mo-
ment of her girlhood? He couldn't hope for much! Her lips pressed the middle
of his cheek: "Daddy!" she said, and was past and gone. He drew a long breath
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and followed slowly down. There was all the folly with that confetti stuff and
the rest of it to go through with, yet. But he would like just to catch her smile, if
she leaned out, though they would hit her in the eye with the shoe, if they didn't
take care. Young Mont's voice said fervently in his ear: "Good-bye" , he said,
"don't miss your train." He stood on the bottom step but three, whence he could
see above the heads … They were in the car now, and there was that stuff,
showering, and there went the shoe. (J.G.)
58. How well he remembered saying to Timothy the day after Aunt
Hester's funeral: "Well, Uncle Timothy, there's Gradman. He's taken a lot of
trouble for the family. What do you say to leaving him five thousand?" And his
surprise, seeing the difficulty there had been in getting Timothy to leave any-
thing, when Timothy had nodded. And now the old chap would be as pleased as
Punch, for Mrs. Gradman, he knew, had a weak heart, and their son had lost a
leg in the War. (J.G.)
59. I got a cab outside the hotel, but I didn't have the faintest damn idea
where I was going. (J.D.S.)
60. Knife-gashed tables, broken Morris chairs, and torn rugs were flung
about the room, and covered with backless books, hockey shoes, caps and ciga-
rette stubs. (S.L.)
61. The state of Winnemac is bounded by Michigan, Ohio, Illinois and
Indiana, and like them it is half Eastern, half Midwestern. But Winnemac is
Midwestern in the fields of corn and wheat, its red barns and silos … (S.L.)
62. The University of Winnemac is at Mohalis, fifteen miles from Zenith.
There are twelve thousand students, beside this prodigy Oxford is a tiny
theological school and Harvard is a select college for young gentlemen … It
hires hundreds of young Doctors of Philosophy to give rapid instruction in
Sanskrit, navigation, accountancy … (S.L.)
63. In 1904, when Martin Arrowsmith was an Arts and Science Junior
preparing for medical school, Winnemac had but five thousand students. (S.L.)
64. Digamma Pi was housed in a residence built in the expansive days of
1885. (S.L.)
65. Philip took the slice of the Dundee cake in his hand and munched it
round the room. He felt very old, independent and judicial; he was aware that
Baines was talking to him as man to man. (G.G.)
66. She came down the steep stairs to the basement, her hands full of pots
of cream and salve, tubes of grease and paste. "You oughtn't to encourage him,
Baines," she said, sitting down in a wicker armchair and screwing up her small
ill-humoured eyes at the Coty lipstick, Pond's cream, the Leichner rouge and
Cyclex powder and Elizabeth Arden astringent. (G.G.)
67. It was a pudding he liked, Queen's pudding with a perfect meringue,
but he wouldn't eat a second helping lest she might count that a victory. (G.G.)
47. "Your grandfather died the day you were born. He was ninety." and followed slowly down. There was all the folly with that confetti stuff and
"Ninety? Are there many Forsytes besides those in the Red Book?" "I don’t the rest of it to go through with, yet. But he would like just to catch her smile, if
know", said Soames. "They’re all dispersed now. The old ones are dead except she leaned out, though they would hit her in the eye with the shoe, if they didn't
Timothy." (J.G.) take care. Young Mont's voice said fervently in his ear: "Good-bye" , he said,
48. His destination was Newmarket, and he had not been there since the "don't miss your train." He stood on the bottom step but three, whence he could
autumn of 1899, when he stole over from Oxford for the Cambridgeshire." (J.G.) see above the heads … They were in the car now, and there was that stuff,
49. They were thus introduced by Holly: "This is Jon, my little brother; showering, and there went the shoe. (J.G.)
Fleur's a cousin of ours, Jon." Jon, who was coming in through a French 58. How well he remembered saying to Timothy the day after Aunt
window out of a strong sunlight, was so confounded by the providential nature Hester's funeral: "Well, Uncle Timothy, there's Gradman. He's taken a lot of
of this miracle, that he had time to hear Fleur say calmly: "Oh, how do you trouble for the family. What do you say to leaving him five thousand?" And his
do?" as if he had never seen her …(J.G.) surprise, seeing the difficulty there had been in getting Timothy to leave any-
50. Jon reached Paddington Station half an hour before his time and a full thing, when Timothy had nodded. And now the old chap would be as pleased as
week after, as it seemed to him. He stood at the appointed bookstall, amid a Punch, for Mrs. Gradman, he knew, had a weak heart, and their son had lost a
crowd of Sunday travellers, in a Harris tweed suit exhaling, as it were, the leg in the War. (J.G.)
emotion of his thumping heart. (J.G.) 59. I got a cab outside the hotel, but I didn't have the faintest damn idea
51. At this high-water mark of what was once the London season, there where I was going. (J.D.S.)
was nothing to mark it out from any other except a grey top hat or two, and the 60. Knife-gashed tables, broken Morris chairs, and torn rugs were flung
sun. (J.G.) about the room, and covered with backless books, hockey shoes, caps and ciga-
52. She would soon show them all that she was only just beginning. And she rette stubs. (S.L.)
smiled to herself on the top of the bus which carried her back to Mayfair. (J.G.) 61. The state of Winnemac is bounded by Michigan, Ohio, Illinois and
53. On the day of the cancelled meeting of the National Gallery began the Indiana, and like them it is half Eastern, half Midwestern. But Winnemac is
second anniversary of the resurrection of England's pride and glory – or, more Midwestern in the fields of corn and wheat, its red barns and silos … (S.L.)
shortly, the top hat. "Lord's – that festival which the War had driven from the 62. The University of Winnemac is at Mohalis, fifteen miles from Zenith.
field – raised its light and dark-blue flags for the second time, displaying almost There are twelve thousand students, beside this prodigy Oxford is a tiny
every feature of a glorious past … The papers were about to estimate the theological school and Harvard is a select college for young gentlemen … It
attendance at ten thousand. (J.G.) hires hundreds of young Doctors of Philosophy to give rapid instruction in
54. There, beside her in a lawn-coloured frock with narrow black edges, Sanskrit, navigation, accountancy … (S.L.)
he had watched the game, and felt the old thrill stir within him. When Soames 63. In 1904, when Martin Arrowsmith was an Arts and Science Junior
passed, the day was spoiled. Irene's face was distorted by compression of the preparing for medical school, Winnemac had but five thousand students. (S.L.)
lips. No good to go on sitting here with Soames or perhaps his daughter 64. Digamma Pi was housed in a residence built in the expansive days of
recurring in front of them, like decimals. (J.G.) 1885. (S.L.)
55. There in the cool, and scent of vanilla and ammonia, away from flies, 65. Philip took the slice of the Dundee cake in his hand and munched it
the three Alderneys were chewing the quiet cud; just milked, waiting for eve- round the room. He felt very old, independent and judicial; he was aware that
ning, to be turned out again into the lower field. (J.G.) Baines was talking to him as man to man. (G.G.)
56. Her eyes traveled indulgently among her guests. Soames had gripped 66. She came down the steep stairs to the basement, her hands full of pots
the back of a buhl chair; young Mont was behind that "awfully amusing" of cream and salve, tubes of grease and paste. "You oughtn't to encourage him,
screen, which no one as yet had been able to explain to her. (J.G.) Baines," she said, sitting down in a wicker armchair and screwing up her small
57. He saw her kiss her mother, her aunt, Val's wife, Imogen, and then ill-humoured eyes at the Coty lipstick, Pond's cream, the Leichner rouge and
come forth, quick and pretty as ever. How would she treat him at this last mo- Cyclex powder and Elizabeth Arden astringent. (G.G.)
ment of her girlhood? He couldn't hope for much! Her lips pressed the middle 67. It was a pudding he liked, Queen's pudding with a perfect meringue,
of his cheek: "Daddy!" she said, and was past and gone. He drew a long breath but he wouldn't eat a second helping lest she might count that a victory. (G.G.)
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