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diff --git a/44385-0.txt b/44385-0.txt index 3464a4c..59fbc37 100644 --- a/44385-0.txt +++ b/44385-0.txt @@ -788,7 +788,7 @@ It was hard to believe that she had not been in that kitchen for years; she was so much a part of it. She put the crocks away with a sure, precise touch, moving leisurely and ample from the stove to the dresser, looking into the pantry and the larder as though there were -not an unfamiliar comer. When she had finished, everything in the +not an unfamiliar corner. When she had finished, everything in the kitchen had become part of a series of patterns. She stood in the middle of the room wiping her hands on a check cloth; a smile beamed on her lips; she thought it looked very nice, very satisfactory. diff --git a/44385-h/44385-h.htm b/44385-h/44385-h.htm index 472563e..f942dcb 100644 --- a/44385-h/44385-h.htm +++ b/44385-h/44385-h.htm @@ -1,15 +1,12 @@ -<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" -"http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> -<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" xml:lang="en" lang="en"> +<!DOCTYPE html> +<html lang="en"> <head> -<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8" /> -<meta http-equiv="Content-Style-Type" content="text/css" /> -<title>The Project Gutenberg eBook of Bliss, and Other Stories, by Katherine Mansfield</title> -<link rel="coverpage" href="images/cover.jpg" /> -<style type="text/css"> - -body { margin-left: 20%; - margin-right: 20%; +<meta charset="utf-8"><title>Bliss, and Other Stories | Project Gutenberg</title> +<link rel="coverpage" href="images/cover.jpg" > +<style> + +body { margin-left: 10%; + margin-right: 10%; text-align: justify; } h1, h2, h3, h4, h5 {text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-weight: @@ -78,7 +75,7 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 44385 ***</div> <div class="fig" style="width:55%;"> -<img src="images/cover.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="cover" /> +<img src="images/cover.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="cover"> </div> <h1>Bliss, and Other Stories</h1> @@ -86,25 +83,25 @@ a:hover {color:red} <h2>by Katherine Mansfield</h2> <p class="center"> -LONDON: CONSTABLE<br/> +LONDON: CONSTABLE<br> & COMPANY LIMITED </p> <p class="center"> -<i>Published</i> 1920<br/> -<i>Reprinted</i> 1920<br/> -<i>Reprinted</i> 1921<br/> -<i>Reprinted</i> 1921<br/> -<i>Reprinted</i> 1921<br/> -<i>Reprinted</i> 1922<br/> -<i>Reprinted</i> 1922<br/> -<i>Reprinted</i> 1923<br/> -<i>Reprinted</i> 1924<br/> +<i>Published</i> 1920<br> +<i>Reprinted</i> 1920<br> +<i>Reprinted</i> 1921<br> +<i>Reprinted</i> 1921<br> +<i>Reprinted</i> 1921<br> +<i>Reprinted</i> 1922<br> +<i>Reprinted</i> 1922<br> +<i>Reprinted</i> 1923<br> +<i>Reprinted</i> 1924<br> <i>Reprinted</i> 1925 </p> <p class="center"> -Printed in Great Britain at<br/> +Printed in Great Britain at<br> <i>The Mayflower Press, Plymouth.</i> William Brendon & Son, Ltd. </p> @@ -114,15 +111,15 @@ pluck this flower, safety.</i>” </p> <p class="center"> -TO<br/> +TO<br> JOHN MIDDLETON MURRY </p> -<hr /> +<hr > <h2>Contents</h2> -<table summary="" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto"> +<table style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"> <tr> <td> <a href="#chap01">Prelude</a></td> @@ -184,7 +181,7 @@ JOHN MIDDLETON MURRY <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap01"></a>Prelude</h2> +<h2><a id="chap01"></a>Prelude</h2> <h3>1</h3> @@ -864,9 +861,9 @@ temperature.” So Lottie yielded: <p class="poem"> -Gentle Jesus meek anmile,<br/> -Look pon a little chile.<br/> -Pity me, simple Lizzie<br/> +Gentle Jesus meek anmile,<br> +Look pon a little chile.<br> +Pity me, simple Lizzie<br> Suffer me to come to thee. </p> @@ -1226,7 +1223,7 @@ and round her neck she wore a watch guard made of black beads. It was hard to believe that she had not been in that kitchen for years; she was so much a part of it. She put the crocks away with a sure, precise touch, moving leisurely and ample from the stove to the dresser, looking into the -pantry and the larder as though there were not an unfamiliar comer. When she +pantry and the larder as though there were not an unfamiliar corner. When she had finished, everything in the kitchen had become part of a series of patterns. She stood in the middle of the room wiping her hands on a check cloth; a smile beamed on her lips; she thought it looked very nice, very @@ -1353,7 +1350,7 @@ hang curtains.” And she ran away singing: </p> <p class="poem"> -How many thousand birds I see<br/> +How many thousand birds I see<br> That sing aloud from every tree . . . </p> @@ -1785,7 +1782,7 @@ light. She shivered; she came away from the window and sat down upon the box ottoman beside Stanley. </p> -<hr /> +<hr > <p> In the dining-room, by the flicker of a wood fire, Beryl sat on a hassock @@ -1795,9 +1792,9 @@ black silk rose. </p> <p class="poem"> -Nature has gone to her rest, love,<br/> - See, we are alone.<br/> -Give me your hand to press, love,<br/> +Nature has gone to her rest, love,<br> + See, we are alone.<br> +Give me your hand to press, love,<br> Lightly within my own. </p> @@ -3018,7 +3015,7 @@ Then she tip-toed away, far too quickly and airily. . . . <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap02"></a>Je ne Parle pas Français</h2> +<h2><a id="chap02"></a>Je ne Parle pas Français</h2> <p> I do not know why I have such a fancy for this little café. It’s dirty @@ -3468,8 +3465,8 @@ in a dark, soft voice: </p> <p class="poem"> -There was a man<br/> -Walked up and down<br/> +There was a man<br> +Walked up and down<br> To get a dinner in the town . . . </p> @@ -4800,7 +4797,7 @@ haven’t dined yet?” she smiles. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap03"></a>Bliss</h2> +<h2><a id="chap03"></a>Bliss</h2> <p> Although Bertha Young was thirty she still had moments like this when she @@ -5742,7 +5739,7 @@ But the pear tree was as lovely as ever and as full of flower and as still. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap04"></a>The Wind Blows</h2> +<h2><a id="chap04"></a>The Wind Blows</h2> <p> Suddenly—dreadfully—she wakes up. What has happened? Something @@ -6051,7 +6048,7 @@ The wind—the wind. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap05"></a>Psychology</h2> +<h2><a id="chap05"></a>Psychology</h2> <p> When she opened the door and saw him standing there she was more pleased than @@ -6505,7 +6502,7 @@ At the end she wrote: “Good night, my friend. Come again soon.” <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap06"></a>Pictures</h2> +<h2><a id="chap06"></a>Pictures</h2> <p> Eight o’clock in the morning. Miss Ada Moss lay in a black iron bedstead, @@ -6585,13 +6582,13 @@ letter and read: </p> <p class="letter"> -“Dear Madam,<br/> +“Dear Madam,<br> Yours to hand. Am not producing at present, but have filed photo for future ref. </p> <p class="right"> -Yours truly,<br/> +Yours truly,<br> B<small>ACKWASH</small> F<small>ILM</small> C<small>O</small>.” </p> @@ -6678,7 +6675,7 @@ three, sang in a low contralto voice: </p> <p class="poem"> -Sweet-heart, remember when days are forlorn<br/> +Sweet-heart, remember when days are forlorn<br> It al-ways is dar-kest before the dawn. </p> @@ -7127,7 +7124,7 @@ Moss. And she sailed after the little yacht out of the café. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap07"></a>The Man without a Temperament</h2> +<h2><a id="chap07"></a>The Man without a Temperament</h2> <p> He stood at the hall door turning the ring, turning the heavy signet ring upon @@ -7973,7 +7970,7 @@ He bends down. He kisses her. He tucks her in, he smoothes the pillow. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap08"></a>Mr. Reginald Peacock’s Day</h2> +<h2><a id="chap08"></a>Mr. Reginald Peacock’s Day</h2> <p> If there was one thing that he hated more than another it was the way she had @@ -8030,7 +8027,7 @@ voice. </p> <p class="poem"> -When her mother tends her before the laughing mirror,<br/> +When her mother tends her before the laughing mirror,<br> Looping up her laces, tying up her hair, </p> @@ -8155,7 +8152,7 @@ an envelope as gracefully as if he had been on the stage. . . . </p> <p class="letter"> -“D<small>EAR</small> M<small>R</small>. P<small>EACOCK</small>,<br/> +“D<small>EAR</small> M<small>R</small>. P<small>EACOCK</small>,<br> I feel I cannot go to sleep until I have thanked you again for the wonderful joy your singing gave me this evening. Quite unforgettable. You make me wonder, as I have not wondered since I was a girl, if this is <i>all.</i> I @@ -8167,7 +8164,7 @@ great thing. You are teaching the world to escape from life! </p> <p class="right"> -Yours, most sincerely,<br/> +Yours, most sincerely,<br> Æ<small>NONE</small> F<small>ELL</small>. </p> @@ -8421,7 +8418,7 @@ asked. </p> <p class="poem"> -Weep ye no more, sad fountains<br/> +Weep ye no more, sad fountains<br> Why need ye flow so fast? </p> @@ -8566,7 +8563,7 @@ out were: “Dear lady, I should be so charmed—so charmed!” <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap09"></a>Sun and Moon</h2> +<h2><a id="chap09"></a>Sun and Moon</h2> <p> In the afternoon the chairs came, a whole big cart full of little gold ones @@ -9023,7 +9020,7 @@ And wailing loudly, Sun stumped off to the nursery. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap10"></a>Feuille d’Album</h2> +<h2><a id="chap10"></a>Feuille d’Album</h2> <p> He really was an impossible person. Too shy altogether. With absolutely nothing @@ -9273,7 +9270,7 @@ And he handed her an egg. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap11"></a>A Dill Pickle</h2> +<h2><a id="chap11"></a>A Dill Pickle</h2> <p> And then, after six years, she saw him again. He was seated at one of those @@ -9718,7 +9715,7 @@ charge me for it.” <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap12"></a>The Little Governess</h2> +<h2><a id="chap12"></a>The Little Governess</h2> <p> Oh, dear, how she wished that it wasn’t night-time. She’d have much @@ -10253,7 +10250,7 @@ shouted to himself. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap13"></a>Revelations</h2> +<h2><a id="chap13"></a>Revelations</h2> <p> From eight o’clock in the morning until about half-past eleven Monica @@ -10533,7 +10530,7 @@ were at Princes’ already. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap14"></a>The Escape</h2> +<h2><a id="chap14"></a>The Escape</h2> <p> It was his fault, wholly and solely his fault, that they had missed the train. @@ -10890,3 +10887,4 @@ p. 258: “I think I ought to gonow.”—Divided + |