jim-of-the-war

Updated: May 1, 2025

Here was Jim-of-the-rose-arbour, and a new Jim-of-the-war a browner, thinner, sterner Jim, a Jim that looked at me with a look I could not read. It may have been cruel, but it was not cold, and it pierced like a hot sword-blade through my flesh into my soul. "You after all!" he said. The remembered voice I had so often heard in dreams, struck on my nerves like a hand on the strings of a harp.

A. M. (Alice Muriel) Williamson - Everyman's Land