The Voyage Out eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 517 pages of information about The Voyage Out.

The Voyage Out eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 517 pages of information about The Voyage Out.

I send the first volume of Gibbon as I promised.  Personally I find little to be said for the moderns, but I’m going to send you Wedekind when I’ve done him.  Donne?  Have you read Webster and all that set?  I envy you reading them for the first time.  Completely exhausted after last night.  And you?

The flourish of initials which she took to be St. J. A. H., wound up the letter.  She was very much flattered that Mr. Hirst should have remembered her, and fulfilled his promise so quickly.

There was still an hour to luncheon, and with Gibbon in one hand, and Balzac in the other she strolled out of the gate and down the little path of beaten mud between the olive trees on the slope of the hill.  It was too hot for climbing hills, but along the valley there were trees and a grass path running by the river bed.  In this land where the population was centred in the towns it was possible to lose sight of civilisation in a very short time, passing only an occasional farmhouse, where the women were handling red roots in the courtyard; or a little boy lying on his elbows on the hillside surrounded by a flock of black strong-smelling goats.  Save for a thread of water at the bottom, the river was merely a deep channel of dry yellow stones.  On the bank grew those trees which Helen had said it was worth the voyage out merely to see.  April had burst their buds, and they bore large blossoms among their glossy green leaves with petals of a thick wax-like substance coloured an exquisite cream or pink or deep crimson.  But filled with one of those unreasonable exultations which start generally from an unknown cause, and sweep whole countries and skies into their embrace, she walked without seeing.  The night was encroaching upon the day.  Her ears hummed with the tunes she had played the night before; she sang, and the singing made her walk faster and faster.  She did not see distinctly where she was going, the trees and the landscape appearing only as masses of green and blue, with an occasional space of differently coloured sky.  Faces of people she had seen last night came before her; she heard their voices; she stopped singing, and began saying things over again or saying things differently, or inventing things that might have been said.  The constraint of being among strangers in a long silk dress made it unusually exciting to stride thus alone.  Hewet, Hirst, Mr. Venning, Miss Allan, the music, the light, the dark trees in the garden, the dawn,—­as she walked they went surging round in her head, a tumultuous background from which the present moment, with its opportunity of doing exactly as she liked, sprung more wonderfully vivid even than the night before.

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