Excerpt: ... from whom is dragged the story of his Victoria Cross. Andrew Lackaday's quaintly formulated idealizations had their foundations in fact. This is by the way. What happened next was Lady Auriol's recovery of real common sense when she withdrew her head and her rained-upon hat from the window and drew down the sash. She flew to her ...
Excerpt: ... from whom is dragged the story of his Victoria Cross. Andrew Lackaday's quaintly formulated idealizations had their foundations in fact. This is by the way. What happened next was Lady Auriol's recovery of real common sense when she withdrew her head and her rained-upon hat from the window and drew down the sash. She flew to her bedroom, stamped about with clenched fists until she had dried up at their source the un-Auriol like tears that threatened to burst forth. Her fury at her weakness spent, she felt better and strangled the temptation to write him then and there a summons to return that evening for a full explanation. My God! Hadn't they had their explanation? If he could in honour have said, "I am a free live man as you are a free live woman, and I love you as you love me"--wouldn't he have said it? He was the last man in the world to make a mystery about nothing. Into the mystery she was too proud to enquire. Enough for her to know in her heart that he was a gallant gentleman. She should have stopped at her parable. Meanwhile she let Andrew return to France unaware of the tumult he had raised. That he had won her interest, her respect, her friendship--even her affectionate friendship--he was perfectly aware. But that his divinity was just foolishly and humanly in love with him he had no notion. He consoled himself with reflections on her impeccability, her wondrous intuition, her Far-away Princess-like delicacy. Who but she could have summed up in a parable the whole dismal situation? Well, the poor Make-believe had to vanish. The last time he travelled to Boulogne it was in a military train. He had a batman who looked after his luggage. He wore a baton and sword on his shoulder-straps. Only now, a civilian in a packed mass of civilians, did he recognize what a mighty personage he then was--a cock of the walk, saluted, "sired," treated with deference. None of the old-fashioned pit-of-the-theatre scrum for passport inspection, on the...
Good. No Jacket. Hard Back. 12mo-over 6¾"-7¾" tall. The hard cover has light shelf wear with a fade...Yellowing and foxing pages......The front end page has owners name..........Check out our books on tape....We ship everyday or next day.........We are very careful when we list our books, but sometimes something minor may get by.
Fair in NO jacket. 320pp; b/w glossy photo frontis & plates from the Paramount picture "The Side Show of Life"; cover has been severly damaged by biopredation; lending library stamps on endpages; small stain on fore edge.
Good in Fair jacket. The Mountebank by William J. Locke, copyright 1920 by International Magazine Co, published by John Lane Co. copyright 1921. Hardback 320 page green book with light green lettering and decoration has badly rubbed/picked edges and glue has been added to spine, but overall is good. Dust jacket shows edge wear, some tears, is missing paper here & there including a fairly large chunk from upper edge at spine, and is in a Brodart protector. Vintage fiction.
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