The Brute

The Bruteby Joseph ConradDodging in from the rain-swept street, I exchanged a smile and a glance with Miss Blank in the bar of the Three Crows. This exchange was effected with extreme propriety. It is a shock to think that, if still alive, Miss Blank must be something over sixty now. How time passes Noticing my gaze directed inquiringly at the partition of glass and varnished wood, Miss Blank was good enough to say, encouragingly: "Only Mr. Jermyn and Mr. Stonor in the parlour with another gentleman I've never seen before." I moved towards the parlour door.


Genre: Literary Fiction