W. B. Maxwell (1866–1938)
Author of Spinster of this parish
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Works by W. B. Maxwell
Elaine at the gates 3 copies
Himself and Mr. Raikes 2 copies
The Rest Cure : A Novel 2 copies
The man who pretended 2 copies
The People Of A House 2 copies
Fernande 2 copies
Children of the night 2 copies
To What Green Altar? 2 copies
The last man in 1 copy
Tudor green 1 copy
This is my man 1 copy
A remedy against sin 1 copy
Glamour 1 copy
Everslade 1 copy
Life can never be the same 1 copy
Life; a study of self 1 copy
General Mallock's shadow 1 copy
Associated Works
Rosemary — Contributor — 1 copy
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- Legal name
- Maxwell, William Babington
- Birthdate
- 1866-06-14
- Date of death
- 1938
- Gender
- male
- Nationality
- UK
- Places of residence
- Brighton, Sussex, England, UK
London, England, UK - Occupations
- artist
novelist
Playwright
short story writer
autobiographer - Relationships
- Braddon, Mary Elizabeth (mother)
- Organizations
- British Army (WWI)
- Short biography
- W.B. Maxwell was the third surviving child of novelist Mary Elizabeth Braddon and her husband John Maxwell, a publisher. He became a novelist and playwright and was a prolific author of short stories. His first work, The Countess of Maybury, was published in 1901. He followed it with a novel every year until 1913. His plays included The Last Man In, a drama produced at the Royalty Theatre, Glasgow, and The Naked Truth, a comical farce first played at Wyndham's Theatre, London, in 1910. At the outbreak of World War I, he volunteered for the British Army, though nearly 50 years old at the time, and served as a lieutenant with the Royal Fusiliers in France until 1917.
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The aim of all his effort, all his scheming, was to establish Gladys so firmly that he could leave her. As soon as he made enough money he would go. It was their bargain and they often referred to it. Moreover it was the essence of his bond with a friend whose influence, far from ceasing with death, sometimes seemed stronger than when the living man had been there to enforce it with sad eyes, weak voice, and piteous gestures of appeal. The wild talk of taking Gladys with him on his travels was of course nonsense. He could not have done it, even if there had been no promise to her brother. He had promised to secure the future for her. But he had never said he would stay with her. When once he had rendered her safe, he could hold himself free in honour as in fact.
If not, his life would have been too futile, too absurd; for, should fate compel him to go on thus indefinitely, he might just as well have never moved at all, but be now still at Wychwood, and working for somebody called Elsie instead of Gladys...… (more)