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The Garden Party, and Other Stories

Chapter 7 No.7

Word Count: 723    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

Cyril was so appreciative, and a gold watch meant so much to a young man. Benny, in all probability, had quite got out of the habit of watches; men so seldom wore waistcoats in

ther's watch, Cyril." It wou

ic little note had been! Of course they qu

such a point, having

t so," said Constantia, not

s coming to tea with his aunties. Cyr

e Con and I bought them at Buszard's this morning. We know what

her winter gloves or the soling and heeling of Constantia's on

simply can't. I've only

four," cried Josephine. Constantia sat wi

e hanging about till... there was only time to get lunch and to come on here. And

of all days. But still he

sephine. "These meringues were bought specially for you. You

Cyril ardently. "Do you mind

y; but we mustn't le

ues?" asked Auntie Con gently. She winced fa

know, Auntie Con,"

hey both

phine. "Don't know a thing like t

aid Auntie

id, "it's such a long time since-" He faltered

," said

tie Con

bit," he cried. "Wait a bit, Aunt

beginning to brighten.

have forgotten? Yes, Aunt Josephine, you're perfectly

hine went scarlet with pleasure;

nd see father," said Josephine.

d heartily. He got up from his chai

t to meet a man at-at Paddington just after five. I'm af

you to stay very long

up her mind if it was fast or slow. It was one or the othe

. "Aren't you coming

sephine, "we shall a

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The Garden Party, and Other Stories
The Garden Party, and Other Stories
“Innovative, startlingly perceptive and aglow with colour, these fifteen stories were written towards the end of Katherine Mansfield's tragically short life. Many are set in the author's native New Zealand, others in England and the French Riviera. All are revelations of the unspoken, half-understood emotions that make up everyday experience - from the blackly comic 'The Daughters of the Late Colonel', and the short, sharp sketch 'Miss Brill', in which a lonely woman's precarious sense of self is brutally destroyed, to the vivid impressionistic evocation of family life in 'At the Bay'. 'All that I write,' Mansfield said, 'all that I am - is on the borders of the sea. It is a kind of playing.'”
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