Round the Corner

Round the Corner

Gilbert Cannan

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Being of such a strange temper and vision that when I aim my pen at a man I am as likely as not to hit his grandfather, I have in this instance endeavoured to forestall the treachery of my faculties and to go straight for the grandfather, though my interest is centred in the man. In a sense I have written his life as it was long before he was born, when he was nothing more than a growing presentiment. I have found it instructive and entertaining to observe and follow the evolution of the material, moral, and intellectual atmosphere which was to bear on him first of all through his mother’s mind, and then through his own senses as soon as his life was separated from hers.

Round the Corner NEW YORK

D. APPLETON AND COMPANY

MCMXIII

TO MY MOTHER

We were happy, you and I, In the days so long gone by, When you gave me of the store Of rich legendary lore, Part saga, and part truth, Of the days of your own youth. Ah! The world was golden then! How we scorned the world of men In the days so long gone by! We were happy, you and I.

First published 1913

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1919 Excerpt: ...loss of humanity. Henceforth she must deal with realities, leaving him to his painted mummery.... She could understand his frenzy, his fury, his despair. \"That will do, Charles,\" she said very quietly. \"I will see what can be done about Mr. Clott, and whatever happens I will see that you are not harmed.... If you like, you can dine with Verschoyle and me tonight. You can come home with me now, while I dress. I am to meet him at the Carlton and then we are going on to the Opera.\" \"Does Verschoyle know?\" \"He knows that you are you and that I am I---that is all he cares about.... He is a good man. If people must have too much money, he is the right man to have it. He would never let a man down for want of money--if the man was worth it.\" \"Ah!\" said Charles, reassured. This was like the old Clara speaking, but with more assurance, a more certain knowledge and less bewildering intuition and guess-work. A Few weeks later, with Verschoyle and a poor relation of his, a Miss Vibart Withers, for chaperone, Clara left London in a 60 h.p. Fiat, which voraciously ate up the Bath Road at the rate of a mile every minute and a half.... It was good to be out of the thick heat of London, invaded by foreigners and provincials and turned into a city of pleasure and summer-frocks, so that its normal life was submerged, its character hidden. The town became as lazy and drowsy a spectacle as a field of poppies over which danced gay and brilliant butterflies. Very sweet was it then to turn away from it, and all that was happening in it, to the sweet air and to fly along between green fields and orchards, through little towns, at intervals to cross the Thames and to feel that with each crossing London lay so much farther away. Henle...

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“Being of such a strange temper and vision that when I aim my pen at a man I am as likely as not to hit his grandfather, I have in this instance endeavoured to forestall the treachery of my faculties and to go straight for the grandfather, though my interest is centred in the man. In a sense I have written his life as it was long before he was born, when he was nothing more than a growing presentiment. I have found it instructive and entertaining to observe and follow the evolution of the material, moral, and intellectual atmosphere which was to bear on him first of all through his mother’s mind, and then through his own senses as soon as his life was separated from hers.”
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A LITTLE PREFACE

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I FRANCIS OBLIGES

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II THE CURATE MARRIES

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III ST. WITHANS

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IV FERN SQUARE

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V HOSTILITIES

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VI FREDERIC'S FRIENDS

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VII YOUNG WOMEN

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VIII SERGE

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IX INTERIOR

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X SUNDAY SUPPER

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XI ART AND DRAMA

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XII ANNETTE

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XIII IMBROGLIO

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XIV WHITE BEARD AND GREY

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XV WALKING HOME

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XVI MRS. FOLYAT DISSECTED

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XVII FREDERIC SNARED

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XVIII EXCURSION

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XIX GERTRUDE

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XX EDUCATION

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XXI MRS. ENTWISTLE'S HEART

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XXII LOVE

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XXIII BENNETT TELLS HIS MOTHER

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XXIV ANNETTE TELLS HER FATHER

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XXV LAWRIEAN PHILOSOPHY

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XXVI MINNA'S CHOICE

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XXVII GERTRUDE MAKES THE BEST OF IT

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XXVIII MOTHER AND DAUGHTER

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XXIX DISCUSSION

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XXX FREDERIC IN THE TOILS

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XXXI NEWS FROM MINNA

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XXXII THE CUTTING OF A KNOT

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XXXIII THE CONCLUSION OF THE MATTER

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XXXIV NUNC DIMITTIS SERVUM TUUM, DOMINE

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