Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works eBook

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Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 6,432 pages of information about Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works.

PEAR BLOSSOM

Weighed down by her three parcels, the little model pursued her way to Hound Street.  At the door of No. 1 the son of the lame woman, a tall weedy youth with a white face, was resting his legs alternately, and smoking a cigarette.  Closing one eye, he addressed her thus: 

“’Allo, miss!  Kerry your parcels for you?”

The little model gave him a look.  ‘Mind your own business!’ it said; but there was that in the flicker of her eyelashes which more than nullified this snub.

Entering her room, she deposited the parcels on her bed, and untied the strings with quick, pink fingers.  When she had freed the garments from wrappings and spread them out, she knelt down, and began to touch them, putting her nose down once or twice to sniff the linen and feel its texture.  There were little frills attached here and there, and to these she paid particular attention, ruffling their edges with the palms of her hands, while the holy look came back to her face.  Rising at length, she locked the door, drew down the blind, undressed from head to foot, and put on the new garments.  Letting her hair down, she turned herself luxuriously round and round before the too-small looking-glass.  There was utter satisfaction in each gesture of that whole operation, as if her spirit, long starved, were having a good meal.  In this rapt contemplation of herself, all childish vanity and expectancy, and all that wonderful quality found in simple unspiritual natures of delighting in the present moment, were perfectly displayed.  So, motionless, with her hair loose on her neck, she was like one of those half-hours of Spring that have lost their restlessness and are content just to be.

Presently, however, as though suddenly remembering that her happiness was not utterly complete, she went to a drawer, took out a packet of pear-drops, and put one in her mouth.

The sun, near to setting, had found its way through a hole in the blind, and touched her neck.  She turned as though she had received a kiss, and, raising a corner of the blind, peered out.  The pear-tree, which, to the annoyance of its proprietor, was placed so close to the back court of this low-class house as almost to seem to belong to it, was bathed in slanting sunlight.  No tree in all the world could have looked more fair than it did just then in its garb of gilded bloom.  With her hand up to her bare neck, and her cheeks indrawn from sucking the sweet, the little model fixed her eyes on the tree.  Her expression did not change; she showed no signs of admiration.  Her gaze passed on to the back windows of the house that really owned the pear-tree, spying out whether anyone could see her—­hoping, perhaps, someone would see her while she was feeling so nice and new.  Then, dropping the blind, she went back to the glass and began to pin her hair up.  When this was done she stood for a long minute looking at her old brown skirt and blouse, hesitating to defile

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