DOI article:
Makower, Stanley V.: A beautiful accident
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A Beautiful Accident
By Stanley V. Makower
hat an exquisite feeling there is about this spring after-
noon. A tender grace clings to every object in the
scene. On one side of the road a row of shops : milliners, grocers,
florists, a little second-hand book-shop wedged in between a pastry-
cook and a chemist, and soon. On the other side a block of tall,
soft brown houses standing a little way back from the road, with
small, narrow gardens in front of them. It is about three o’clock
in the afternoon. All the people in the neighbourhood have come
out—more to enjoy the air than to attend to the business on which
they pretepd to be bent. But the shops are well filled, and there
is a ceaseless clapping of heels outside on the pavement. Ladies
in twos and threes wander slowly along, talking, and stopping now
and then to gaze in at a shop window, and all the time the sun
shines lazily from a mild blue sky streaked here and there with
thin white clouds. Blue shadows are on the pavement and in
little pools of water left from the rain of yesterday ; carriages and
cabs in the road, and people crossing in and out of them. From
time to time some one goes into one of the houses on the other
side of the road.
First, it is a straggling schoolboy, with a load of books and a
lazy, reluctant air, as if he would rather stay outside. Then a
tall,
By Stanley V. Makower
hat an exquisite feeling there is about this spring after-
noon. A tender grace clings to every object in the
scene. On one side of the road a row of shops : milliners, grocers,
florists, a little second-hand book-shop wedged in between a pastry-
cook and a chemist, and soon. On the other side a block of tall,
soft brown houses standing a little way back from the road, with
small, narrow gardens in front of them. It is about three o’clock
in the afternoon. All the people in the neighbourhood have come
out—more to enjoy the air than to attend to the business on which
they pretepd to be bent. But the shops are well filled, and there
is a ceaseless clapping of heels outside on the pavement. Ladies
in twos and threes wander slowly along, talking, and stopping now
and then to gaze in at a shop window, and all the time the sun
shines lazily from a mild blue sky streaked here and there with
thin white clouds. Blue shadows are on the pavement and in
little pools of water left from the rain of yesterday ; carriages and
cabs in the road, and people crossing in and out of them. From
time to time some one goes into one of the houses on the other
side of the road.
First, it is a straggling schoolboy, with a load of books and a
lazy, reluctant air, as if he would rather stay outside. Then a
tall,