Eva Trout

Eva Trout

"This is were we were to have spent the honeymoon," Eva Trout said, suddenly, pointing across the water More info →
Death of the Heart, The

Death of the Heart, The

That morning's ice, no more than a brittle film, had cracked and was now floating in segments. More info →
Hotel, The

Hotel, The

Miss Fitzgerald hurried out of the Hotel into the road. More info →
Heat of the Day, The

Heat of the Day, The

That Sunday, from six o'clock in the evening, it was a Viennese orchestra that played. More info →
World of Love, A

World of Love, A

The sun rose on a landscape still pale with the heat of the day before. More info →
House in Paris, The

House in Paris, The

In a taxi skidding away from the Gare du Nord, one dark greasy February morning before the shutters were down, Henrietta sat beside Miss Fisher. More info →
Last September, The

Last September, The

About six o'clock the sound of a motor, collected out of the wide country and narrowed under the tree of the avenue, brought the household out in excitement on to the steps More info →
Eva Trout

Eva Trout

"This is where we were to have spent the honeymoon," Eva Trout said, suddenly, pointing across the water. More info →