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The Voyage by Katherine Mansfield
bookshelves: spring-2014, shortstory-shortstories-novellas, lifestyles-deathstyles, new-zealand
Recommended to ☯Bettie☯ by: biblioklept
Recommended for: Laura, Wanda et al
Read on May 19, 2014
Read online hereOpening: The Picton boat was due to leave at half-past eleven. It was a beautiful night, mild, starry, only when they got out of the cab and started to walk down the Old Wharf that jutted out into the harbour, a faint wind blowing off the water ruffled under Fenella’s hat, and she put up her hand to keep it on. It was dark on the Old Wharf, very dark; the wool sheds, the cattle trucks, the cranes standing up so high, the little squat railway engine, all seemed carved out of solid darkness. Here and there on a rounded wood-pile, that was like the stalk of a huge black mushroom, there hung a lantern, but it seemed afraid to unfurl its timid, quivering light in all that blackness; it burned softly, as if for itself.
Picton, New Zealand.
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