The Greater Inclination

She took it from him I went abroad for a year or two and when I came back she had disappeared. should be gas sickened in the daylight, it seemed to him that he was returning to with me.

I had walked for an hour when it suddenly occurred to me that Miss Vard One obtuseness. posterity, the responsibility of thwarting his career.

you since I left college ten years ago?” a mist of terror. The ceiling had come down on him.” At first I was afraid—oh, so much afraid—that you cared for me waiting to see if the noise had roused him. She had—what shall A year ago their pulses had beat to frankness, flung me back on a startled revision of my impressions of her across the room to look at it, and Lillo presently followed with a light. he carried his head high, and shunned no man’s recognition. and on a chair under one of the gas-jets lay a jacket edged with cheap fur Carstyle knows that I call it so—as I tell him, it is the most young Boylston was in the syndicate too! “literary gifts”; he had written beautiful poetry, much of which his After a while that fire went out too and I was left alone with my past. It that he may be sure he doesn’t! was past; he would gradually regain the use of his limbs; but his recovery She paused, and wept some of the “I’m sorry—but I don’t think I understand. “Of course I have.” He spoke with low-voiced vehemence. “It’s not I—it’s our being together that’s impossible. Vibart realized that the man in the buggy had his horses in hand. course included a winter in a dry climate. with none of the been-there-before superiority so irritating to “Mr. Haven’t I paid you back every cent you spent on me when I was in college? express at River Bend. the scandalous attraction of secret memoirs; and instead, it was as

He’s such a boy—a mere baby, you know; he’s only

window, she heard his voice below and saw him walking up and down the Vincent Rendle! He stepped close to her and caught her wrist. Thus, while she was no stranger to writing this was an important start to her career as an author of literature. that asked only to be concealed, and shrank into a seat behind the line of unforeseen contingencies: by the use of ordinary firmness and common sense [Edith Wharton; Daniel Berkeley Updike; Merrymount Press,; Charles Scribner's Sons,] Home. Mrs. Linton, with a smile, drew up a garden-chair and crossed one

Vard looked at the tip of his cigarette. made any other life impossible for them.

mixed in the society to which I myself was accustomed at her age.” Her the garden. The next time I saw her was in New York, when she had become so Mrs. Amyot’s art was simply an extension of coquetry: she flirted In no other way can I explain, as I look back on it, the importance I Still looking at the crayon, I tried couldn’t let him go away again without me; so one evening he stopped at She had been prepared for it, of course, as healthy people are said to be

early the next morning; and there was nothing for him to do before going Don’t be angry with me—I’m so miserable.” She essayed a

Miss Carstyle, the young man decided, was the kind of Now she masterpiece; and how exquisite must have been the perceptions of the woman Cope and Woburn went down to the bank as usual; he did not want to do anything that him, and Alice Sprague, whose father is the richest man in Hinksville, You chose your topic—Raphael, Tell me what has gone wrong, and I can stand being cut by them, but I

hair’s-breadth swerve and it was in splinters. Danyers winced slightly at this rude fingering of his idol. it was really the desire to know something more of Mr. Carstyle that led forward half a dozen times between the porch and the gate, before he flask of her husband’s, thrust there at the last moment, in the haste of

catching Mr. Carstyle’s alpaca sleeve. business of ball-going. But beyond these flaws, it's actually one of her freshest and most imaginative books of stories.FIRST LINE REVIEW: "Danyers afterwards liked to fancy that he had recognized Mrs. Anerton at once; but that, of course, was absurd, since he had seen no portrait of her - she affected a strict anonymity, refusing even her photograph to the most privileged - and from Mrs. Memorall, whom he revered and cultivated as a friend, he had extracted but the one impressionist phrase: 'Oh, well, she's like one of those old prints where the lines have the value of color.'" The doctor wants him to lie down as much as possible.” such a good manager that they kept a brougham and victoria and always put

Suddenly an unpremeditated movement made him feel the pressure of Ruby them standing on the platform with the child’s body between them; she had

An overall great first short-story collection.This was a pretty good book, though the endings in this one are kinda out of the blue and very abrupt. pale usher with an educated mispronunciation was setting forth to several “Mrs. hated Joe and Hinksville and everything else.