This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1913 edition. Excerpt: ...of the hour; and immediately afterwards a lesser bell began to chime as for a service. Doubtless there was Mass in that chapel where the light looked in through the wonderful stained-glass that the Comtesse Aglae had once described... "Such browns, such blues!" The young man hurried over his dressing. ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1913 edition. Excerpt: ...of the hour; and immediately afterwards a lesser bell began to chime as for a service. Doubtless there was Mass in that chapel where the light looked in through the wonderful stained-glass that the Comtesse Aglae had once described... "Such browns, such blues!" The young man hurried over his dressing. The air that came in through the wide-open casement was charged with a little mist, tart of the unripened hour. The sluggish breath of the moat was in it, as ever; but there was sweetness from the hayfield, and over all a homely yet distinctly foreign tang--odours of woodsmoke and of fresh roasting coffee. Through the high shaft of his window he had glimpses of a dew-besprinkled, pearly, vapour-hung world; the poplar-trees glistened like silver and between parting white clouds there were lakes of exquisite pale blue. He heard the clink of hoofs as, with daintily picked tread, some prince of the stalls was led forth; and his pulses stirred to a purely physical sense of pleasure, grateful to one who had spent a night wrestling with troublous problems of the spirit. He ran down the stone stairs with boyish keenness and out into the open. The massive hall-door had been set wide, and two sturdy Flemish wenches, with blue dusters tied over their sandy heads, turned to stare open-mouthed at the English gentleman. He halted a second to ask the way and one of the damsels obligingly accompanied him as far as the little bridge that spanned the moat: for the pompous modern stables erected by the horse-loving present owner of Overbecq stood necessarily without its mediaeval precincts. "A la bonne heure!" cried the Comte. He was standing in the middle of the yard, legs wide apart, surveying the last touches to the equipment of...
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Add this copy of The Grip of Life to cart. $20.63, good condition, Sold by John C. Newland rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Cheltenham, Glos., UNITED KINGDOM, published 1912 by Smith, Elder & Co.
