tion>William Somerset Maugham
W. Somerset Maugham: Novels, Short Stories, Plays & Travel Sketches (33 Titles In One Edition)
Including Of Human Bondage, The Moon and the Sixpence, The Magician…
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2017 OK Publishing
ISBN 978-80-272-1945-2
Table of Contents
Novels:
Liza of Lambeth
The Explorer (The Novel)
The Magician
The Canadian (The Land of Promise)
Of Human Bondage
The Moon and Sixpence
Orientations
The Trembling of a Leaf: Little Stories of the South Sea Islands
Plays:
A Man of Honour
Lady Frederick
The Explorer
The Circle
Caesar's Wife
Travel Sketches:
The Land of the Blessed Virgin: Sketches and Impressions in Andalusia
On A Chinese Screen
Novels:
Liza of Lambeth
SOMERSET MAUGHAM
1
It was the first Saturday afternoon in August; it had been broiling hot all day, with a cloudless sky, and the sun had been beating down on the houses, so that the top rooms were like ovens; but now with the approach of evening it was cooler, and everyone in Vere Street was out of doors.
Vere street, Lambeth, is a short, straight street leading out of the Westminster Bridge Road; it has forty houses on one side and forty houses on the other, and these eighty houses are very much more like one another than ever peas are like peas, or young ladies like young ladies. They are newish, three-storied buildings of dingy grey brick with slate roofs, and they are perfectly flat, without a bow-window or even a projecting cornice or window-sill to break the straightness of the line from one end of the street to the other.
This Saturday afternoon the street was full of life; no traffic came down Vere Street, and the cemented space between the pavements was given up to children. Several games of cricket were being played by wildly excited boys, using coats for wickets, an old tennis-ball or a bundle of rags tied together for a ball, and, generally, an old broomstick for bat. The wicket was so large and the bat so small that the man in was always getting bowled, when heated quarrels would arise, the batter absolutely refusing to go out and the bowler absolutely insisting on going in. The girls were more peaceable; they were chiefly employed in skipping, and only abused one another mildly when the rope was not properly turned or the skipper did not jump sufficiently high. Worst off of all were the very young children, for there had been no rain for weeks, and the street was as dry and clean as a covered court, and, in the lack of mud to wallow in, they sat about the road, disconsolate as poets. The number of babies was prodigious; they sprawled about everywhere, on the pavement, round the doors, and
