Horace Everett; a Novel
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. 1897 edition. Excerpt: ...moistened his lips. The More...
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Publisher: General Books LLC
Size: 7.44" wide x 9.69" long x 0.17" tall
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. 1897 edition. Excerpt: ...moistened his lips. The glass shook in his grasp so that a portion of its contents was spilled. His long hair was matted and damp. Horace put the glass back and sat down again. "Let me fan you," he said. "The room is like an oven. Don't you find it so?" And he pointed to the fierce bed of coals on the hearth. Sterling made a sign of dissent. "Thank you, I am very comfortable." Then with a palpable effort he continued, "When are you--to be married?" "In the spring--April, very likely." "April What a lovely month, with its pearly distances, its budding glimpses of spring, and its yellow and white flowers And how glad you appear--how contented " "Naturally. I am beginning to live in an April of my own, seeing the rosy spring through clear-colored vistas. Hitherto I have had no life worth the living." Sterling shot a swift, curious glance at him. "I thought you one of the elect," he said. "You have money, independence, talent " "True, but of what avail are these things when affection is absent? I am one of the elect now, because I have discovered my missing link. Before I met Miss Mortimer, happiness was to me something vaguely Utopian, which even when attained was in constant danger of eluding one. But now I have such a perfect sense of security about it It is as if I stood on a rock from which no earthly power could dislodge me." A sharp spasm contracted Sterling's features. "I too have incessantly yearned for a woman's love," he said, sinking lower down. "What a selfish brute I am " thought Horace, half ashamed of his own joy. "Perhaps," he replied, lamely, "you will have it some day...".