He surveyed the scene, considered retreating, then decided instead to step into the breach. He took hold of Geoff’s arm, twisted it back and attempted to pull him away from Jasmine. He failed. Geoff merely brushed him aside and continued bashing Jasmine’s head against the wall, despite her writhing attempts to break free of his grip and bring her knee sharply into contact with his testicles. Already she felt as if Geoff had wrenched free a large section of hair from her scalp, but if that was the price she had to pay… Out of the corner of her eye, she saw what she thought was her husband, only he now appeared to be wielding the poker they used on the few occasions when they still lit the wood-burner in the front room. Or if not …show more content…
What was wrong with her? She had nothing to worry about; it wasn’t she who had used a poker as an offensive weapon and what’s more wielded it in such a fashion as to put a man out of action. It had nothing to do with her. And even James, who had finally proved himself semi-useful, well, could he not plead self-defence? Or if not self-defence, then the defence of another? He’d only done what needed to be done, and there was no particular guarantee that anything amiss had happened to Geoff. He was out cold, yes, but that wasn’t to say that he wouldn’t soon wake up and quite possibly begin charging round the various rooms of the house like an enraged rhinoceros looking for someone to gore. Who knew her husband had even had it in him? The man, so meek and so very mild, who was now attempting to revive his unconscious friend, despite his cumbersome belly doing all it could to get in the way and make his self-appointed task all but impossible, had finally stood up for himself, though it was much too late to change anything, and if it hadn’t been for the police turning up, alerted one would presume by a call from a nosy or concerned neighbour, who upon hearing raised voices and the tell-tale sound of scalp-tearing, skull-splintering spousal abuse (by a friend), had all but fallen over themselves to raise the alarm – which makes a change when you think about it – Jasmine might have followed through on the promise she had made to herself. But
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At this point Mrs Birling feels “distressed” and tries to pass of what she did “I didn’t know”. The inspector is quite rude to Mrs Birling “do you want me to tell you-in plain words” and has to really prompt her to talk about what she did “Aren’t you?” “As what then?” this shows that Mrs Birling is a very proud woman and does not feel that any of her actions were wrong.
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Before this, she is shown as a docile submissive girl (‘I’m sorry, Daddy’) and the change would come across as a great shock to the audience. Sheila interrupts Gerald when he says ‘Now listen darling-’ which makes the audience understand the gravity of the situation. Sheila’s argumentative tone which is juxtaposed with Gerald’s silence (‘He does not reply’) builds an ominous mood and elevates Sheila’s anger. The argument ends before we are given substantial information, leaving us with incomplete information and wanting to know more.
She was pregnant, eighteen. She was the one drowning. But there was no one there to rescue her.” Because the father was drunk he probably would not notice that his wife turned her face away in pain as a result of what she just heard him say and he wouldn’t be able to really say with such depth how she felt about what he said. Even if the father did notice he probably would not care based on his previous
1. Throughout the story suspense is aroused and maintained excellently. This is achieved by the character the author creates. Mr. Martin is characterized as a neat and cautious man, who never took a smoke or a drink in his life. Our suspense is aroused when the author states that it has been “a week to the day since Mr. Martin had decided to rub out Mrs. Ulgine Barrows”. This arouses our suspense because we are told Mr. Martin is planning to murder this woman. The suspense is maintained with Mr. Martin’s thoughts. We as an audience are given his thoughts through the use of the 3rd person omniscient point of view. His thoughts are mostly on the issue on his dislike of Mrs. Barrows. Because of this, he
I am getting very suspicious of what’s going on with the Barrymore's. I woke up this morning and looked out a window, it was unusually an amazing view of the moor. I could see everything, the Grimpen Mire, it was the best view of the moor. I assumed that I should mention what happened last night to Sir Henry. In fact, Sir Henry mentioned that he also heard Barrymore going around late at night. This all is very unusual, so we both decided to stay up that night and follow Barrymore. Sir Henry prepared to go out for a walk on the moor. I had to come along and investigate, but Sir Henry insisted that I “stayed home.” I remembered what you said, demanding that I shouldn’t let Sir Henry leave the house on his own. It was obvious that he was going
“ You must go with Tidbit. Master Clay is asking for you. Amari looked at Polly, then the child, and suddenly seeming to understand, she groaned. No! No! No! she begged. Polly touched her arm but couldn't think how to help her. Amari finally took a deep breath, stood up without a word, and followed the child out of the door.” She couldn't do anything about it or she was gone go to the field. It was the first time she got raped by Clay. They were having dinner and Amari was helping Teenie out. Amari accidently dropped the food and Mr. Derby was whipping her. “ Finally, Isabell Derby got up from the table and walked over to her husband. Noticeably trembling, she grabbed his hand as he lifted it to strike Amari again, enough she said i think she learned her lesson now.” She couldn't help herself while she was getting beat or it was just going to be worse. If it wasn't for Mrs. Derby who knows how long he would've continued to whip her. Amari had to clean up the blood and after she healed she had to go to the field. Amari, Polly, and Tidbit had ran away because he figured out the baby was by his wife's slave. Polly and Amari helped hide the baby. Teenie didn't tell him so he was going to severely punish or was going to kill them. “ Fire, Amari said quietly. Glory be, Polly whispered. She slowly fed the flames with leaves and small sticks until it became large enough to ease their shakes and shivers. She felt helpless because they didn't know how
At dawn, her father has fished through the girl’s pocket for the key to the secret cupboard. He took it and went to talk to the policeman... He explained the situation. He was trying to remain calm, the girl could tell, but he was at his breaking point. He had to go and get his four-year-old son, he told the man, He would return here, he promised… The father urged the man to come with him, to accompany him, he was just going to get the boy and come back, immediately. The policeman ordered him out of the way. (45)
She then cringed as she conjured up the image of Samuel and the expression on his face when she had told him she was marrying someone else. The hurt in his eyes had burned a hole in her heart that remained to this day. She quivered all over, not from the nasty cold, but as a reaction to her thoughts as they drifted back to that ghastly day and to the moment she realized she was pregnant with Owen’s baby: the day her life ceased to exist as she had known it.
She looked at the child, safely in her arms, breathing steadily. She looked at the man, then turned her head at the semi. The semi woman had no chance. She cared for the child, even when it ended her own life. She cradled the child in her arms, quietly praying that he didn’t what had become of his mother. She didn’t know that the child was hanging onto her arm, sobbing into her sleeve. The warm, wet tears on her shirt had brought something out of her. She broke down in the middle of the road. She cried into the bright blue coat of the little boy. He was tightly holding his Teddy bear when she had grabbed him, but when she looked down, he was no longer in possession of such an innocent creature. He dropped it when she had set him on the ground. She stood up, looked at the burning car and semi, and realized that she had saved a person, but she was mostly proud at the fact that she had saved a child, no older than eight years. The police took her, the man, and the child into custody. She walked to the ambulance with the help of an officer. The girl had been silent from the moment that she had put her earbuds in. She hadn’t spoken a single word. Not a single
When she awoke, she was in shock or surprised because he didn’t attempt to do anything to her while she was under the influence. This is because this man respected the code system, unlike many
His usefulness was at an end, and she needed to tie up that loose end before her commander learns she might have inadvertently slept with the idiot. That was all she needed, the man she was to marry after this assignment learning that she had done more than what was required with her husband. Speaking about her husband, the fool was fast asleep in the bedroom. After all the narcotics she had to slip into his drinks last night, she was surprised the fool was still breathing. Just one pill would put two men out, but she had to dose him three times before she could even get the man to slur his words. He wasn’t that way when all this had started six months ago.
The Husband loves his wife and the narrator writes through the tenderness of the Husband's eye. When Ann slices her finger re-washing the silverware, all animosity is lost as he scrambles up stairs to get her a Band-Aid as a peace offering to cease the argument. He finishes the cleaning in the kitchen and goes as far as to mop the floor while he waits for the frustration and anger to subside in his Wife.
The husband is by himself now, alone in the living room. Moments go by before an expensive coffee table is upside down, with shards of a vase decorating the floor. He cleans up his moment of rage, and spends the rest of night lazily smoking out the window, thinking about the problems that are before him. Morning soon arrives, and the sleepless couple greets each other in the kitchen. The husband explains that he has a plan, and it will take a lot of time and effort to execute. The wife assures him that he will
He aimed for the cat and, when his wife inhibited the blow, he “buried the axe in her brain” (Page 3). This escalation of violence cannot be blamed purely on an excess of alcohol, however much the narrator may attempt to persuade the reader of his, due to the fact that he was only intoxicated during the first act. This, in turn, leads the reader to question the narrator’s mental stability. As a reader, if one is questioning the stability of the narrator’s mind, one must begin to wonder how truthful his retelling of a story