Simon Called Peter

About this eBook

Author

Keable, Robert, 1887-1927

Credits

Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Mary Meehan, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team

Language

English

LoC Class

PR: Language and Literatures: English literature

Subject

World War, 1914-1918 -- Fiction

Category

Text

eBook-No.

14579

Project Gutenberg

https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/14579

Release Date

January 3, 2005

Copyright

Public domain in the USA.

Contents

1. 1.BY ROBERT KEABLE
2. 2.THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED TO JULIE
3. 3.THE AUTHOR TO THE READER
4. 4.PART I
5. 5.CHAPTER I
6. 6.CHAPTER II
7. 7.CHAPTER III
8. 8.CHAPTER IV
9. 9.CHAPTER V
10. 10.CHAPTER VI
11. 11.CHAPTER VII
12. 12.CHAPTER VIII
13. 13.CHAPTER IX
14. 14.PART II
15. 15.CHAPTER I
16. 16.CHAPTER II
17. 17.CHAPTER III
18. 18.CHAPTER IV
19. 19.CHAPTER V
20. 20.CHAPTER VI
21. 21.CHAPTER VII
22. 22.CHAPTER VIII
23. 23.CHAPTER IX
24. 24.CHAPTER X — Part at least of Julie's programme was fulfilled to the letter, for they lay long in bed talking—desultory, reminiscent talk, which sent Peter's mind back over the months and the last few days, even after Julie was asleep in the bed next his. Like a pageant, he passed, in review scene after scene, turning it over, and wondering at significances that he had not before, imagined. He recalled their first meeting, that instantaneous attraction, and he asked himself what had caused it. Her spontaneity, freshness, and utter lack of conventionality, he supposed, but that did not seem to explain all. He wondered at the change that had even then come about in himself that he should have been so entranced by her, He went over his early hopes and fears; he thought again of conversations with Langton; and he realised afresh how true it was that the old authorities had dwindled away; that no allegiance had been left; that his had been a citadel without a master. And then Julie moved through his days again—Julie at Caudebec, daring, iconoclastic, free; Julie at Abbeville, mysterious, passionate, dominant; Julie at Dieppe—ah, Julie at Dieppe! He marvelled that he had held out so long after Dieppe, and then Louise rose before him. He understood Louise less than Julie, perhaps, and with all the threads in his hand he failed to see the pattern. He turned over restlessly. It was easy to see how they had come to be in London; it would have been more remarkable if they had not so come together; but now, what now? He could not sum up Julie amid the shifting scenes of the last few days. She had been so loving, and yet, in a way, their love had reached no climax. It had, indeed, reached what he would once have thought a complete and ultimate climax, but plainly Julie did not think so. And nor did he—now. The things of the spirit were, after all, so much greater than the things of the flesh. The Julie of Friday night had been his, but of this night…? He rolled over again. What had she meant at the play? He told himself her tears were simple emotion, her laughter simple reaction, but he knew it was not true….

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