Arbeiter-Wohnungen

Böklen, Richard; Feil, Carl

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Persistenter Identifier:: 1680676704896

Titel:: Arbeiter-Wohnungen

Untertitel:: ausgeführte Gebäude enthaltend Wohnungen von zwei und drei Zimmern mit Fassaden in farbiger Darstellung, Grundrissen, Schnitten und Details : Neue Folge

Autor:: Böklen, Richard; Feil, Carl

Verleger/Verlag:: Verlag von Konrad Wittwer

Erscheinungsort:: Stuttgart

Erscheinungsjahr:: 1904

Umfang:: 60 Blatt

Sprache:: deutsch

Strukturtyp:: Monografie

Standort:: Universitätsbibliothek Stuttgart

Signatur:: 1Kb 1090

Lizenz:: https://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/mark/1.0/deed.de

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Titel:: Doppelhaus in Stuttgart-Westheim

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MRS. DALLOWAY grandfather. She never had a penny to her name in those days, and going to Bourton always meant some frightful pinch. But going to Bourton had meant so much to her—had kept her sane, she believed, so un- happy had she been at home. But that was all a thing of the past—all over now, she said. And Mr. Parry was dead; and Miss Parry was still alive. Never had he had such a shock in his life! said Peter. He had been quite certain she was dead. And the marriage had been, Sally supposed, a success? And that very handsome, very self-possessed young woman was Elizabeth, over there, by the curtains, in pink. (She was like a poplar, she was like a river, she was like a hyacinth, Willie Titcomb was thinking. Oh how much nicer to be in the country and do what she liked! She could hear her poor dog howling, Elizabeth was certain.) She was not a bit like Clarissa, Peter Walsh said. “Oh, Clarissa!” said Sally. What Sally felt was simply this. She had owed Clar- issa an enormous amount. They had been friends, not acquaintances, friends, and she still saw Clarissa all in white going about the house with her hands full of flowers—to this day tobacco plants made her think of Bourton. But—did Peter understand ?—she lacked something. Lacked what was it? She had charm; she had extraordinary charm. But to be frank (and she felt that Peter was an old friend, a real friend—did absence matter? did distance matter? She had often wanted to write to him, but torn it up, yet felt he un- derstood, for people understand without things being said, as one realises growing old, and old she was, had been that afternoon to see her sons at Eton, where they had the mumps), to be quite frank, then, how could 207

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