If Winter Comes eBook

Arthur Stuart-Menteth Hutchinson
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 343 pages of information about If Winter Comes.

I

Thus, by easy means of the garrulous Hapgood, appear persons, places, institutions; lives, homes, activities; the web and the tangle and the amenities of a minute fragment of human existence.  Life.  An odd business.  Into life we come, mysteriously arrived, are set on our feet and on we go:  functioning more or less ineffectively, passing through permutations and combinations; meeting the successive events, shocks, surprises of hours, days, years; becoming engulfed, submerged, foundered by them; all of us on the same adventure yet retaining nevertheless each his own individuality, as swimmers carrying each his undetachable burden through dark, enormous and cavernous seas.  Mysterious journey!  Uncharted, unknown and finally—­but there is no finality!  Mysterious and stunning sequel—­not end—­to the mysterious and tremendous adventure!  Finally, of this portion, death, disappearance,—­gone!  Astounding development!  Mysterious and hapless arrival, tremendous and mysterious passage, mysterious and alarming departure.  No escaping it; no volition to enter it or to avoid it; no prospect of defeating it or solving it.  Odd affair!  Mysterious and baffling conundrum to be mixed up in!...  Life!

Come to this pair, Mark Sabre and his wife Mabel, at Penny Green, and have a look at them mixed up in this odd and mysterious business of life.  Some apprehension of the odd affair that it was was characteristic of Mark Sabre’s habit of mind, increasingly with the years,—­with Mabel.

II

Penny Green—­“picturesque, quaint if ever a place was”, in garrulous Mr. Hapgood’s words—­lies in a shallow depression, in shape like a narrow meat dish.  It runs east and west, and slightly tilted from north to south.  To the north the land slopes pleasantly upward in pasture and orchards, and here was the site of the Penny Green Garden Home Development Scheme.  Beyond the site, a considerable area, stands Northrepps, the seat of Lord Tybar.  Lord Tybar sold the Development site to the developers, and, as he signed the deed of conveyance, remarked in his airy way, “Ah, nothing like exercise, gentlemen.  That’s made every one of my ancestors turn in his grave.”  The developers tittered respectfully as befits men who have landed a good thing.

Westward of Penny Green is Chovensbury; behind Tidborough the sun rises.

Viewed from the high eminence of Northrepps, Penny Green gave rather the impression of having slipped, like a sliding dish, down the slope and come to rest, slightly tilted, where its impetus had ceased.  It was certainly at rest:  it had a restful air; and it had certainly slipped out of the busier trafficking of its surrounding world, the main road from Chovensbury to Tidborough, coming from greater cities even than these and proceeding to greater, ran far above it, beyond Northrepps.  The main road rather slighted than acknowledged Penny Green by the nerveless and shrunken feeler which, a mile beyond Chovensbury, it extended in Penny Green’s direction.

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