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The Primrose Path

出版	Independently Published, 2020-09-05
主題	Fiction / General
ISBN	9798683004880
URL	http://books.google.com.hk/books?id=5ONozgEACAAJ&hl=&source=gbs_api

註釋A young man came out of the Victoria station, looking undecidedly at the taxi-cabs, dark-red and black, pressing against the kerb under the glass-roof. Several men in greatcoats and brass buttons jerked themselves erect to catch his attention, at the same time keeping an eye on the other people as they filtered through the open doorways of the station. Berry, however, was occupied by one of the men, a big, burly fellow whose blue eyes glared back and whose red-brown moustache bristled in defiance.'Do you want a cab, sir?' the man asked, in a half-mocking, challenging voice.Berry hesitated still.'Are you Daniel Sutton?' he asked.'Yes,' replied the other defiantly, with uneasy conscience.'Then you are my uncle,' said Berry.They were alike in colouring, and somewhat in features, but the taxi driver was a powerful, well-fleshed man who glared at the world aggressively, being really on the defensive against his own heart. His nephew, of the same height, was thin, well-dressed, quiet and indifferent in his manner. And yet they were obviously kin.'And who the devil are you?' asked the taxi driver.'I'm Daniel Berry,' replied the nephew.'Well, I'm damned--never saw you since you were a kid.'Rather awkwardly at this late hour the two shook hands.'How are you, lad?''All right. I thought you were in Australia.''Been back three months--bought a couple of these damned things'--he kicked the tyre of his taxi-cab in affectionate disgust. There was a moment's silence.'Oh, but I'm going back out there. I can't stand this cankering, rotten-hearted hell of a country any more; you want to come out to Sydney with me, lad. That's the place for you--beautiful place, oh, you could wish for nothing better. And money in it, too.--How's your mother?''She died at Christmas,' said the young man.'Dead! What!--our Anna!' The big man's eyes stared, and he recoiled in fear. 'God, lad,' he said, 'that's three of 'em gone!'The two men looked away at the people passing along the pale grey pavements, under the wall of Trinity Church.'Well, strike me lucky!' said the taxi driver at last, out of breath. 'She wor th' best o' th' bunch of 'em. I see nowt nor hear nowt from any of 'em--they're not worth it, I'll be damned if they are--our sermon-lapping Adela and Maud,' he looked scornfully at his nephew. 'But she was the best of 'em, our Anna was, that's a fact.'He was talking because he was afraid.'An' after a hard life like she'd had. How old was she, lad?'