BRIAN MOORE
The Lonely Passion of Judith Hearne
Harper Perennial
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Previously published in paperback by Grafton Books 1965
(reprinted eleven times) and by Flamingo 1994 (reprinted eleven times)
First published in Great Britain by André Deutsch Ltd 1955
Copyright © Brian Moore 1955
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Source ISBN: 9780007255610
Ebook Edition © JULY 2012 ISBN 9780007405909
Version: 2014–07–11
To Jacqueline
Contents
P.S. Ideas, Interviews & Features …
Prodigal Son: A biographical sketch of Brian Moore
Writing Judith Hearne
Have You Read?
If You Loved This, You Might Like …
The first thing Miss Judith Hearne unpacked in her new lodgings was the silver-framed photograph of her aunt. The place for her aunt, ever since the sad day of the funeral, was on the mantelpiece of whatever bed-sitting-room Miss Hearne happened to be living in. And as she put her up now, the photograph eyes were stern and questioning, sharing Miss Hearne’s own misgivings about the condition of the bedsprings, the shabbiness of the furniture and the run-down part of Belfast in which the room was situated.
After she had arranged the photograph so that her dear aunt could look at her from the exact centre of the mantelpiece, Miss Hearne unwrapped the white tissue paper which covered the coloured oleograph of the Sacred