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Jane Oglander
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Jane Oglander was walking across Westminster Bridge on a late September day.
It was a little after four o'clock - on the bridge perhaps the quietest time of the working day - but a ceaseless stream of human beings ebbed to and fro. She herself came from the Surrey side of the river, and now and again she stayed her steps and looked over the parapet. It was plain - or so thought one who was looking at her very attentively - that she was more interested in the Surrey side, in the broken line of St. Thomas's Hospital, in the grey-red walls of Lambeth Palace and the Lollards' Tower, than in the mass of the Parliament buildings opposite.
But though Miss Oglander stopped three times in her progress over the bridge, she did not stay at any one place for more than a few moments - not long enough to please the man who had gradually come up close to her.
Jane Oglander was walking across Westminster Bridge on a late September day.
It was a little after four o'clock - on the bridge perhaps the quietest time of the working day - but a ceaseless stream of human beings ebbed to and fro. She herself came from the Surrey side of the river, and now and again she stayed her steps and looked over the parapet. It was plain - or so thought one who was looking at her very attentively - that she was more interested in the Surrey side, in the broken line of St. Thomas's Hospital, in the grey-red walls of Lambeth Palace and the Lollards' Tower, than in the mass of the Parliament buildings opposite.
But though Miss Oglander stopped three times in her progress over the bridge, she did not stay at any one place for more than a few moments - not long enough to please the man who had gradually come up close to her.
314 pages, Hardcover
First published April 1, 1911
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Marie Belloc Lowndes
240 books69 followersMarie Adelaide Elizabeth Rayner Lowndes, née Belloc (5 August 1868 – 14 November 1947), was a prolific English novelist.
Active from 1898 until her death, she had a literary reputation for combining exciting incident with psychological interest. Two of her works were adapted for the screen.
Born in Marylebone, London and raised in La Celle-Saint-Cloud, France, Mrs Belloc Lowndes was the only daughter of French barrister Louis Belloc and English feminist Bessie Parkes. Her younger brother was Hilaire Belloc, whom she wrote of in her last work, The Young Hilaire Belloc (published posthumously in 1956). Her paternal grandfather was the French painter Jean-Hilaire Belloc, and her maternal great-great-grandfather was Joseph Priestley. In 1896, she married Frederick Sawrey A. Lowndes (1868–1940). Her mother died in 1925, 53 years after her father.
She published a biography, H.R.H. The Prince of Wales: An Account of His Career, in 1898. From then on, she published novels, reminiscences, and plays at the rate of one per year until 1946. In the memoir, I, too, Have Lived in Arcadia (1942), she told the story of her mother's life, compiled largely from old family letters and her own memories of her early life in France. A second autobiography Where love and friendship dwelt, appeared posthumously in 1948.
She died 14 November 1947 at the home of her elder daughter, Countess Iddesleigh (wife of the third Earl) in Eversley Cross, Hampshire, and was interred in France, in La Celle-Saint-Cloud near Versailles, where she spent her youth.
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Active from 1898 until her death, she had a literary reputation for combining exciting incident with psychological interest. Two of her works were adapted for the screen.
Born in Marylebone, London and raised in La Celle-Saint-Cloud, France, Mrs Belloc Lowndes was the only daughter of French barrister Louis Belloc and English feminist Bessie Parkes. Her younger brother was Hilaire Belloc, whom she wrote of in her last work, The Young Hilaire Belloc (published posthumously in 1956). Her paternal grandfather was the French painter Jean-Hilaire Belloc, and her maternal great-great-grandfather was Joseph Priestley. In 1896, she married Frederick Sawrey A. Lowndes (1868–1940). Her mother died in 1925, 53 years after her father.
She published a biography, H.R.H. The Prince of Wales: An Account of His Career, in 1898. From then on, she published novels, reminiscences, and plays at the rate of one per year until 1946. In the memoir, I, too, Have Lived in Arcadia (1942), she told the story of her mother's life, compiled largely from old family letters and her own memories of her early life in France. A second autobiography Where love and friendship dwelt, appeared posthumously in 1948.
She died 14 November 1947 at the home of her elder daughter, Countess Iddesleigh (wife of the third Earl) in Eversley Cross, Hampshire, and was interred in France, in La Celle-Saint-Cloud near Versailles, where she spent her youth.
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November 14, 2019
Actually, read in the manybooks edition, which has no typos.
Oh, Lowndes. Her books are like potato chips: pleasant to eat, and then you move on. This one has more "nutritional value" than others I've read: there's a lot of exploration of complex human emotions.
Characters are rich and complicated, with believable motivations. Not a lot of action; this is a book about how we screw up our lives (with the help of someone narcissistic). It's a bit disjointed, but it's an agreeable read.
Oh, Lowndes. Her books are like potato chips: pleasant to eat, and then you move on. This one has more "nutritional value" than others I've read: there's a lot of exploration of complex human emotions.
Characters are rich and complicated, with believable motivations. Not a lot of action; this is a book about how we screw up our lives (with the help of someone narcissistic). It's a bit disjointed, but it's an agreeable read.
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