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He is also friends with Oscar Cresswell. Bassett talks with Paul about horse racing and is his partner in his initial betting before Oscar finds out about it. Bassett is a serious but simple man who seems to value Paul greatly even thinking that Paul has miraculous powers , and he keeps the money Paul wins in a safe place. For each quote, you can also see the other characters and themes related to it each theme is indicated by its own dot and icon, like this one:.
The Rocking-Horse Winner Quotes. Then suddenly she switched on the light, and saw her son, in his green pyjamas, madly surging on his rocking-horse. The blaze of light suddenly lit him up, as he urged the wooden horse, and lit her up, as she stood, blonde, in her dress of pale green and crystal, in the doorway.
His eyes blazed at her for one strange and senseless second, as he ceased urging his wooden horse. Then he fell with a crash to the ground, and she, all her tormented motherhood flooding upon her, rushed to gather him up. But he was unconscious, and unconscious he remained, with some brain-fever. He talked and tossed, and his mother sat stonily by his side.
And, in spite of himself, Oscar Cresswell spoke to Bassett, and himself put a thousand on Malabar: at fourteen to one. The third day of the illness was critical: they were watching for a change. The boy, with his rather long, curly hair, was tossing ceaselessly on the pillow. He neither slept nor regained consciousness, and his eyes were like blue stones.
His mother sat, feeling her heart had gone, turned actually into a stone. In the evening, Oscar Cresswell did not come, but Bassett sent a message, saying could he come up for one moment, just one moment? The boy was the same. Perhaps Bassett might bring him to consciousness.
Malabar came in first all right, a clean win. I did as you told me. Malabar came in all right, Master Paul. Did I say Malabar, mother? Did I say Malabar? Over eighty thousand pounds! Malabar came in all right. Did you go for all you were worth, Bassett?
Mother, did I ever tell you? I am lucky! Lawrence is free of known copyright restrictions. Skip to content D. Lawrence There was a woman who was beautiful, who started with all the advantages, yet she had no luck. She married for love, and the love turned to dust. She had bonny children, yet she felt they had been thrust upon her, and she could not love them.
They looked at her coldly, as if they were finding fault with her. And hurriedly she felt she must cover up some fault in herself. Yet what it was that she must cover up she never knew. Nevertheless, when her children were present, she always felt the centre of her heart go hard.
This troubled her, and in her manner she was all the more gentle and anxious for her children, as if she loved them very much. Only she herself knew that at the centre of her heart was a hard little place that could not feel love, no, not for anybody. She adores her children. There were a boy and two little girls. They lived in a pleasant house, with a garden, and they had discreet servants, and felt themselves superior to anyone in the neighbourhood.
Although they lived in style, they felt always an anxiety in the house. There was never enough money. The mother had a small income, and the father had a small income, but not nearly enough for the social position which they had to keep up. The father went in to town to some office. But though he had good prospects, these prospects never materialised. There was always the grinding sense of the shortage of money, though the style was always kept up. She racked her brains, and tried this thing and the other, but could not find anything successful.
The failure made deep lines come into her face. Her children were growing up, they would have to go to school. There must be more money, there must be more money. The father, who was always very handsome and expensive in his tastes, seemed as if he never would be able to do anything worth doing. And the mother, who had a great belief in herself, did not succeed any better, and her tastes were just as expensive.
And so the house came to be haunted by the unspoken phrase: There must be more money! The children could hear it all the time, though nobody said it aloud. They heard it at Christmas, when the expensive and splendid toys filled the nursery. And each one saw in the eyes of the other two that they too had heard. The big doll, sitting so pink and smirking in her new pram, could hear it quite plainly, and seemed to be smirking all the more self-consciously because of it.
Not quite. Will you! And is father not lucky? The boy watched her with unsure eyes. Nobody ever knows why one person is lucky and another unlucky. Nobody at all? Does nobody know? But He never tells. Now I think I am very unlucky indeed. He stared at her. Riding a winner? At last he suddenly stopped forcing his horse into the mechanical gallop, and slid down.
He was called Sansovino last week. Oscar Cresswell got it all from Bassett. The uncle went back to his nephew, and took him off for a ride in the car. The boy watched the handsome man closely. I doubt it, sonny. What about Mirza? Paul's mother felt that she had bad luck, and it often depressed her. She longed for more money. The house even seemed to whisper to the family, "There must be more money.
She said it was better to be lucky than to be rich. Paul declared that he was a lucky person. He had a large rocking horse that he would ride on in the playroom and stare off into space, which frightened his sisters. When his Uncle Oscar asked him what the horse's name was, Paul explained that he had different names. Last week he was Sansovino, who won the Ascot race.
Paul often talked about horse races with their gardener Bassett. His uncle tried to ask Paul if the gardener bet on the horses, but Paul didn't want to talk about it. Uncle Oscar wondered if Paul had a tip for the upcoming Lincoln race. Paul said Daffodil would win. Uncle Oscar didn't believe it because Daffodil was a long shot. Paul made him promise not to tell anyone. He said he only told his uncle because it was the ten-shilling note that his uncle had given to him that started him on his winning streak.
His uncle asked how much he was betting on Daffodil, and Paul replied three hundred pounds. His uncle thought he was joking. Paul explained that Bassett keeps it for him because they're partners. He thought Bassett would be betting a hundred and fifty on Daffodil. Uncle Oscar still didn't believe him, but he agreed to put five on Daffodil for Paul. Excitedly, they watched the race, which Daffodil won. His uncle brought him his twenty dollars in winnings.
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