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Tears ran down her face, and she walked until she was lost in the city streets. At last, she lay down in a corner and fell asleep. *****. When Joanna woke again, it was dark. But there was something even darker on the wall opposite her. It was a hole in the wall. It wasn't a door, because it didn't reach the ground.
The hole in the wall — A2/B1. Joanna Paresi was the last one left – the last living person in a family who had been market traders for hundreds of years. She was born in a village at the bottom of high mountains, and she had lived there all her life. At the top of the mountains, the stone fruit grew. In autumn, the fruit fell down the ...
Dec 1, 2010 · Summary. "The Hole in the Wall" by Arthur Morrison is a novel written in the early 20th century. The story revolves around young Stephen, who recounts his experiences growing up with his grandfather, Nathaniel Kemp, the owner of a public house on the river's edge in Wapping, called the Hole in the Wall. Through Stephen's innocent eyes, readers ...
- Morrison, Arthur, 1863-1945
- The Hole in the Wall
- English
The hole in the wall — B2/C1. Joanna Paresi was the last one left – the last living person in a family who had been market traders for hundreds of years. She was born at the foot of the mountains that stood over her home like giants, and she had lived there all her life. On the highest of those mountains, the stone fruit grew.
- Chapter I
- Chapter II
- Chapter III
- Chapter IV
- Chapter V
- Chapter Vi
- Chapter VII
- Chapter VIII
- Chapter IX
- Chapter X
STEPHEN'S TALE
My grandfather was a publican—and a sinner, as you will see. Hispublic-house was the Hole in the Wall, on the river's edge at Wapping;and his sins—all of them that I know of—are recorded in these pages.He was a widower of some small substance, and the Hole in the Wall wasnot the sum of his resources, for he owned a little wharf on the riverLea. I called him Grandfather Nat, not to distinguish him among amultitude of grandfathers—for indeed I never knew another of myown—but because of affectio...
IN BLUE GATE
While his mother's relations walked out of Stephen's tale, and left hisgrandfather in it, the tales of all the world went on, each man hero inhis own. Viney and Marr were owners of the brig Juno, away in tropic seas, withStephen's father chief mate; and at this time the tale of Viney and Marrhad just divided into two, inasmuch as the partners were separated andthe firm was at a crisis—the crisis responsible for the withholding ofMrs. Kemp's half-pay. No legal form had dissolved the firm, inde...
STEPHEN'S TALE
I had never been home with Grandfather Nat before. I fancy that somescruples of my mother's, in the matter of the neighbourhood and thecharacter of the company to be seen and heard at the Hole in the Wall,had hitherto kept me from the house, and even from the sugary elysium ofthe London Dock. Now I was going there at last, and something of eageranticipation overcame the sorrow of the day. We went in an omnibus, which we left in Commercial Road. Here mygrandfather took order to repair my disap...
STEPHEN'S TALE
Many small matters of my first few hours at the Hole in the Wall wereimpressed on me by later events. In particular I remember the innocentcuriosity with which I asked: "Did you ever kill a man, Gran'fa' Nat?" There was a twitch and a frown on my grandfather's face, and he sat backas one at a moment's disadvantage. I thought that perhaps he was tryingto remember. But he only said, gruffly, and with a quick sound like asnort: "Very nigh killed myself once or twice, Stevy, in my time," androse...
IN THE HIGHWAY
The Hole in the Wall being closed, its customers went their severalways; the sailors, shouting and singing, drifting off with their retinuealong Wapping Wall toward Ratcliff; Mr. Cripps, fuller than usual offree drinks—for the sailors had come a long voyage and wereproportionally liberal—scuffling off, steadily enough, on the way thatled to Limehouse; for Mr. Cripps had drunk too much and too long ever tobe noticeably drunk. And last of all, when the most undecided of thestragglers from Capta...
STEPHEN'S TALE
High under the tiles of the Hole in the Wall, I had at first a night ofdisturbed sleep. I was in my old familiar cot, which had been broughtduring the evening, on a truck. But things were strange, and, inparticular, my grandfather, who slept on the opposite side of the room,snored so amazingly, and with a sound so unlike anything I had everheard before, that I feared he must be choking to death, and climbed outof bed, once, to see. There were noises from without too, sometimes ofdiscordant si...
STEPHEN'S TALE
We walked first to the head of the stairs, where opened a wide pictureof the Thames and all its traffic, and where the walls were plasteredwith a dozen little bills, each headed "Found Drowned," and each withthe tale of some nameless corpse under the heading. "That's my boat, Stevy," said my grandfather, pointing to a littledinghy with a pair of sculls in her; "our boat, if you like, seeing aswe're pardners. Now you shall do which you like; walk along to the dock,where the sugar is, or come o...
STEPHEN'S TALE
I found it quite true that one might eat the loose sugar wherever hejudged it clean enough—as most of it was. And nothing but GrandfatherNat's restraining hand postponed my first bilious attack. Thus it was that I made acquaintance with the Highway, and with theLondon Docks, in their more picturesque days, and saw and delighted in athousand things more than I can write. Port was drunk then, and hundredsof great pipes lay in rows on a wide quay where men walked with woodenclubs, whacking each...
STEPHEN'S TALE
Somebody had gone for a doctor, it was said, but a doctor was not alwayseasy to find in Wapping. Mrs. Grimes, who was at some late workupstairs, was not disturbed at first by the noise, since excitement wasnot uncommon in the neighbourhood. But now she came to the stairfootdoor, and peeped and hurried back. For myself, I squeezed into a farcorner and stared, a little sick; for there was a deal of blood, and Joethe potman was all dabbled, like a slaughterman. My grandfather returned almost on...
STEPHEN'S TALE
I went to bed early that night—as soon as Mrs. Grimes was gone, infact. My grandfather had resolved that such a late upsitting as lastnight's must be no more than an indulgence once in a way. He came upwith me, bringing the cash-box to put away in the little wall-cupboardagainst his bed-head where it always lay, at night, with a pistol by itsside. Grandfather Nat peeped to see the pocket-book safe once more, andchuckled as he locked it away. This done, he sat by my side, and talkedtill I bega...
John Payatt, The Redskin Summary: Age 25. His great great grandfathers and the ones before them were Lakota shamans. Car broke down a few miles down the road, plans to hang out at the Gas N’ Go until a tow truck arrives in the morning. The Suggins Gang has other plans. Personality: Easygoing, polite, tries to stay out of the way Body: 55 ...
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