Follies. Rosie Thomas
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Название: Follies
Автор: Rosie Thomas
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
isbn: 9780007560592
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FOLLIES
Rosie Thomas
Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd
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First published in Great Britain by Fontana Press 1983
Copyright © Rosie Thomas 1983
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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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Source ISBN: 9780007563272
Ebook Edition © December 2020 ISBN: 9780007560592
Version: 2020-11-27
For my daughter, Flora Rose
Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Michaelmas Term
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Christmas
Chapter Six
Hilary Term
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Easter
Chapter Ten
Trinity Term
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Summer
Chapter Fifteen
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About the Author
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About the Publisher
In a moment, she would see it.
The train swayed around a long curve, and then rattled over the iron arches of a little viaduct. Helen pressed her face against the smeared window, waiting.
Then, suddenly, it was ahead of her. The oblique sun of the autumn afternoon turned the spires and pinnacles to gold, and glowed on the rounded domes. The light made the stone look as soft and warm as honey, exactly as it had done for almost four hundred years.
The brief glimpse lasted only a few seconds, then the train shuddered and clattered into an avenue of grimy buildings and advertisement hoardings. But when Helen closed her eyes she saw it again, a sharp memory that was painful as well as seductive. She loved the place as she had always done, but she was a different person now. She shouldn’t have come back. Home was where she was needed now, not here under these honey-gold spires. Yet her mother had insisted, her face still grey with strain. And Graham, with all the sudden maturity that had been forced upon his thirteen years, had told her that it would break their mother’s heart to see Helen give up now. So she had repacked her cheap suitcase with her few clothes, the paperbacked texts and the bulging folders of notes, and she had come back.
Helen opened her eyes again as if she couldn’t bear to think any more.
The train hissed grudgingly into the station and she stood up as the doors began to slam. Two foreign tourists, encumbered with nothing more than expensive cameras, reached to help her with her luggage. A deafening crackle overhead heralded the station announcement.
‘Oxford. Oxford. This is Oxford.’
The tourists smiled at each other, pleased to have their destination confirmed. They bowed to Helen before they left her.
Where else? she thought. Even the air was unmistakable, moist with the smell of rivers and the low mists that the autumn sun never shone strongly enough to dispel. The yellow and gold leaves in the roadway beyond the station entrance were wet, and furrowed by bicycle wheels.
Helen picked up as much of her baggage as she could СКАЧАТЬ