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1877–1950 England
George Warwick Deeping (28 May 1877 – 20 April 1950) was an English novelist and short story writer, whose best-known novel was Sorrell and Son (1925).
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He thanked God in his heart that he had plucked her blemishless from gradual death. It was even thus, he thought, that a good soldier should ride into Paradise bearing the soul of the woman he loved.
Uther and Igraine (1903)
Men can love a tree, a cottage, a stream; Flavian loved Avalon as being the temple of the unutterable memories of the past.
She lay still awhile, and let her thoughts dance like the motes in the shimmer of sunlight that stole in between the branches.
Uther and Igraine (1903)
Her grace, her infinite tenderness, the purity of her, were all set about his soul like angels round a dreamer's bed.
Uther and Igraine (1903)
The black moth night had come into the sky with his golden-spotted wings all spread.
Uther and Igraine (1903)
Night was in the sky, night in her winter austerity — keen, clear, aglitter with stars as though her robe were spangled with cosmic frost.
Uther and Igraine (1903)
He had reverted...to the little barbarisms of the struggling 'thirties, when he had scuffled with life in his shirt-sleeves.
She climbed out, and stood like a water nymph, her body agleam and asparkle with its dew, her skin like rare silk, smooth as a star's glance. Down fell her hair like smoke. She stretched her arms to the moon, and laughed, aglow with the warmth gotten of her swim.
Uther and Igraine (1903)
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