автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері  The Garden Party and Other Stories

Katherine Mansfield

round pearls of dew lay on the flat nasturtium leaves

What was the matter with Jonathan? He had no ambition; she supposed that was it. And yet one felt he was gifted, exceptional. He was passionately fond of music; every spare penny he had went on books. He was always full of new ideas, schemes, plans. But nothing came of it all.

Little Rags put down the King of Diamonds and Lottie put down the one they called the King of Spain. She had hardly any cards left.

"Isn't life," she stammered, "isn't life—" But what life was she couldn't explain. No matter. He quite understood.

The stems will ruin her lace frock," said practical Jose.

So they would. Just in time. "Only the basket, then.

No, wait, take the arum lilies too. People of that class are so impressed by arum lilies."

Again, how curious, she seemed to be different from them all. To take scraps from their party. Would the poor woman really like that?

Just for a moment she had another glimpse of that poor woman and those little children, and the body being carried into the house. But it all seemed blurred, unreal, like a picture in the newspaper. I'll remember it again after the party's over, she decided. And somehow that seemed quite the best plan...

"Mother, a man's been killed," began Laura.

Not in the garden?" interrupted her mother.

"No, no!"

"Oh, what a fright you gave me!"