Цитаты из книги автора Ethel Lilian Voynich The Gadfly

It was rather a dif­fi­cult job scram­bling back to life, and some­times I am in­clined to think it was a great deal of cry for very little wool.

“Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live
Or if I die.”

I loved you, Gemma, when you were an ugly little girl in a ging­ham frock, with a scratchy tucker and your hair in a pig­tail down your back; and I love you still.

They kill me be­cause they are afraid of me; and what more can any man’s heart de­sire?

And she had lost him again—had lost him again!

But the first two words stood out quite clear upon the page; and they were in Eng­lish:

But it is too late—too late! I cry aloud, but he does not hear me; I beat at the door of the grave, but he will not wake;

There was a red smear across its face.

“Padre—is your—God—sat­is­fied?”

Each man had aimed aside, with a secret hope that the death-shot would come from his neigh­bour’s hand, not his; and there the Gad­fly stood and smiled at them;