Anthony Quinn

Molly and the Captain

Selina 

Ada looked at him curiously. ‘Safe? Why shouldn’t I be? Honestly, dear you gave me such a fright!’ 

Not half as bad as the one I gave myself,

He again asked the God in whom he didn’t believe to have mercy.

He felt his pace quicken along the pavement. He was putting it together in his head. The Kensington Gardens trio, the mother and daughters he had observed - had painted - were messengers from the netherworld, come to warn him of disaster. And now another horror was borne in on these sudden conjectures. Hadn’t Ada said that they were going boating and wasn’t it planned for this very day? He felt himself breaking out in a sweat as he stumped through Portman Square.

If I could not trust the people dearest to me in the world then what could trust ever mean?

Lizzie looked very beautiful and danced more than anyone - she has the innate skill of a performer, of course, but it is the thing which cannot be taught - Charm, I should say that sets her apart.

‘for ‘tis only by work that women may establish an independence for themselves.’

I saw how close they put their heads together while they talked as though they feared to be overheard. Or were they merely deaf?

I’m going to come back to this, but unfortunately I’m in a reading slump at the moment and need to escape it with a book a bit more exciting.

Molly and the Captain

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