Explore "Perishable Goods" by Dornford Yates on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Never, I suppose were hopes lifted so high one moment and dashed so low the next.
Indeed, I was so much confounded by the sudden overthrow of our fortune that I stood staring at the door, as a clown at a strange fish, and when I turned to Hanbury, who had come across to our side, he was wearing the blank expression of a player of chess who, having but two moves to make to win his match, suddenly perceives that his opponent has but one.