Saturday, May 18, 2013

Daily Dose

From The History of Mr. Polly, by H. G. Wells


"He had a dreadful night.  It was like the end of the annual holiday, only infinitely worse.  It was like the arrived prisoner's backward glance at the trees and heather through the prison gates.  He had to go back in harness, and he was as fitted to go in harness as the ordinary domestic cat."

From Chapter 6, Miriam

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