Corpse Path Cottage Quotes

“The housekeeper was a woman whose predominant colour note was grey — pale grey hair strained back from a pale grey face, pale grey eyes with a habit of blinking rapidly behind pale grey lashes.”
― Margaret Scutt, Corpse Path Cottage

“Above the fire place hung an enlargement of the nuptials of Mr Fairfax, in which the gentleman himself looked cowed, his bride frightened, and the mother of the bride sternly triumphant.”
― Margaret Scutt, Corpse Path Cottage

“He had lunched without zest on liver belonging to some animal unknown, which the butcher had handed to him as a pearl of great price. In the skilled hands of Mrs Shergold, it would have become a meal fit for a prince; under his own ministrations it had formed a knife-blunting crust on the outside whilst remaining revoltingly raw and red inside.”
― Margaret Scutt, Corpse Path Cottage

“The Super again took note of the change in her and thought what strange creatures women were.”
― Margaret Scutt, Corpse Path Cottage

“What school teachers want wi’ these ’ere dratted long hollerdays beats me,’ said Mrs Cossett, peevishly voicing the classic grievance of those who do not teach.”
― Margaret Scutt, Corpse Path Cottage

“Dinah found herself much hampered by the efforts of Miss Margetson, who, no brilliant performer at the best of times, was rendered positively appalling by her nervous dread of thunder. With every crash, now nearer and more frequent, her bow trembled more, producing a variety of wails and shrieks quite awe inspiring.”
― Margaret Scutt, Corpse Path Cottage

“A jumble sale, she thought, together with flower shows and amateur theatricals, roused the worst human instincts, and all were immoral affairs which should not be allowed.”
― Margaret Scutt, Corpse Path Cottage

“In the front row the poetess, a newborn work nestling in her handbag, flashed her large teeth in sympathy. Horse faced old cat, thought Laura Grey,”
― Margaret Scutt, Corpse Path Cottage

“He spoke three languages — the broad Dorset which was his by right of birth, the form of English painfully imparted to him by his pastors and masters in the shape of Mr Heron, and the American of the films and comic strips.”
― Margaret Scutt, Corpse Path Cottage

“There was a loud creak and the door opened. The enquiring countenance of Endicott, like a morose Daniel viewing the lions, peered in.”
― Margaret Scutt, Corpse Path Cottage

“Flows is the word,’ grunted Mr Heron, the schoolmaster. ‘Reminds me of the brook.’ ‘Rupert?’ queried Miss Margetson.”
― Margaret Scutt, Corpse Path Cottage

“The sermon, vague and scholarly, came to a decorous conclusion.”
― Margaret Scutt, Corpse Path Cottage

“Mrs Richards, looking up at the unconscious face of her husband, and feeling, as always, a blend of affection and exasperation.”
― Margaret Scutt, Corpse Path Cottage

“The wood, with the dusk coming softly down on it, was full of furtive movements and sleepy twitterings.”
― Margaret Scutt, Corpse Path Cottage

“Her mother would have laughed at the whole affair and Amy with her. She could not laugh alone.”
― Margaret Scutt, Corpse Path Cottage

“They moved, these children, straight from infancy into a devastating assurance and poise.”
― Margaret Scutt, Corpse Path Cottage

“The engine gave a shattering backfire, causing an old gentleman who was dozing on a nearby seat to leap into the air, and broke into asthmatic life.”
― Margaret Scutt, Corpse Path Cottage