By Cornell Woolrich
Cornell Woolrich is at his most sensible the following during this well-paced novel of id, moment probabilities, and a previous that refuses to depart. With a very good new creation, new conceal paintings by means of Matt Mahurin, and a gallery of outdated paperback and hardcover versions and picture posters.
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She would come down these same stairs many hundreds of times to come, she knew, as she started down them now. She would come down them fast, she would come down them slowly. She would come down them blithely, in gayety. And perhaps she might come down them in fear, in trouble. But now, tonight, this was the very first time of all that she was coming down them. She held him close to her and felt her way, for they were new to her, she hadn't got the measure of them, the feel of them, yet, and she didn't want to miss her step.
What good was hindsight now? A night or two later his discarded coat was slung over a chair and be wasn't in the room with it at the moment. She needed a pencil for something for a moment anyhow, that was her excuse for it. She sought the pocket and took out the fountain pen she found clasped to it It was gold and had his initials engraved on it, some valued, long-used birthday or Christmas present from one of his parents probably. Moreover, it was in perfect writing order, couldn't have been improved on, left a clear, deep, rich trace.
My window-drape. No, hang back like that, that's the way I want you to. Silly? Childish? Fanciful? No doubt But who is without childishness, fancies? What is life without them? Or, is there life without them? She went into Aunt Josie's pantry, took the lid off the cookie-jar, took one out, took a big bite out of it. She wasn't hungry. They'd all finished a big dinner only a couple of hours ago. But-My house. I can do this. I'm entitled to them. They're waiting there for me, to help myself whenever I feel like it She put the lid on the jar, started to put the light out.
I Married a Dead Man by Cornell Woolrich