Word: slow
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Softly from Scotch bagpipes there sounded, last week, in the depths of Westminster Abbey, that lilting, infinitely plaintive tune, The Flowers of the Forest. One of many hundreds who harkened and wept slow, heartfelt tears was a great statesman who sometimes appears too slick, too superficial and too dapper...
Bargains in Floor Coverings" Under the large white elephant was a paragraph: "The Reason: A white elephant is an article that has been a slow seller. . . . They are 'White Elephants' to us but they are ex- traordinary bargains to you." Readers, thinking this a frank, logical and apt explanation of a clever advertisement, patronized the sale...
...Graham ?Stokes ($2). Victor de Lambesc left his American wife in Touraine while he set off in an airplane for Africa and another woman. On the way, his plane fell and squashed him to death. This left Denise de Lambesc, netted in a foreign tradition, to fashion a slow existence for herself, for her two sons. Faced with the choice of a new husband, she at last declines the proposals of her husband's stepbrother although these are reinforced by the per- suasions of his family. Instead she marries her U. S. lawyer, Bryce Sutherland (clubs: Racquet and Tennis...
...centre of a circle of old men. The gloom and whisper of a temple surrounds them, the rustle of wings is in the shadows above them. Then there is a picture of the boy, his face calm and thoughtful now, walking in the weary pageant of a slow, travel-stained procession along a road through the country. Roughly 18 years later the story goes on again. This time it is a humble, yet triumphant continuity of miracles and splendid words; the pictures are those of a group of men talking in the dusk by the shore...
...stretched out around the village of Upper Hampton where he lived; at night the wind blew a mist across them, muffling soft sounds, making a dog's voice, searching along some far hedgerow, an obscure dangerous signal, a portent of sorrow. The quiet tides of the country, the slow changes of the land and its people, were a solemn whisper always ringing in his ears like the sea's slow music echoing in a shell. It is easy to believe the legends of Hardy which picture him as he grew up writing love letters for illiterate or ineloquent...