Е. Г. Тигонен

A church baby we like to call it.

“Because this stick, though originally a very handsome one has been so knocked about that I can hardly imagine a town practitioner carrying it. The thick-iron ferrule is worn down, so it is evident that he has done a great amount of walking with it.”

Banks of gorgeous flowers were on every hand, and birds with rare and brilliant plumage sang and fluttered in the trees and bushes

made it a good deal further

they have simply been trapped by a routine which makes thought impossible

He would have expected me to have been at some clip-joint talking tough to a blonde or wrestling rough with some redhead.

to an heir born accidentally at the last possible minute when earlier intended pregnancies had produced five daughters. My frail eightysix year old father in his second childhood saw me chiefly as the means whereby a much hated cousin was to be done out of an earldom 2 he had coveted: my father delighted in my existence and I remained to him a symbol.