Quotes from Josephine Cox

At long last he was her's

things right', like the fellow suggested.

Okay.' She could tell the anger was still on him, and she was glad. It made her feel slightly compensated for his treachery. When a short time later

then what would I do?' She was getting herself into quite a

lifeless body, lying twisted and

years later, a young man left the building of Laraby's Stadium in London.

When he returned to the

this is important.

ankles. The woman turned just once at the

sometimes it is good to admit that it is too dangerous and stop, instead of going on when your instincts warn you not to.

in this world, if you give nothing out, you get nothing back

had a lot of living to do!

really doesn't

pie at the Red Lion, which cost pennies that they didn't have. The boys went off to play in the field at the back of the market garden with Martin Clackett, leaving Sue and Evie in peace to work. Evie watched and learned as her grandmother turned Josie Lambert's vast garment into

moved. I told her we could do it tomorrow, but she said not on the Sabbath. Anyway,

get Ben. Hang

Yet she was an odd little thing, sturdy and round with thick shapeless legs beneath an equally shapeless dress, and with her fine fair hair bobbed in the latest style she had only succeeded in exaggerating the squareness of her appearance. The thought of cutting her hair into that unattractive basin style was horrifying to Phoebe

bread pudding that Rosie had

stores that specialized in furniture alone.

can get it all in one place . . . Dickens' Outfitters. Of course, my prices preclude

then sensing her self-consciousness

the glow in Libby's cheeks. When there

into the drawing room, where she and Connie waited, Kathleen anxiously walking back and forth, Connie noisily gulping her tea and silently congratulating herself. Suddenly there was a lot of shouting, much closer now. Then a loud, rattling bang. 'Stay here,' Kathleen told Connie. She hurried out of the room and across to the study. The door was wide

right, are you lass? You're not