"[...]central name of Rufus, and it was to his hand that I had restored her parasol. I was to look upon her face at last-I knew it-and to speak with her. Ah, yes, I did tremble! It was not because I feared she might recognize her poor slave of the painted head-top, nor that Poor Jr. would tell her. I knew him now too well to think he would do that ...
"[...]central name of Rufus, and it was to his hand that I had restored her parasol. I was to look upon her face at last-I knew it-and to speak with her. Ah, yes, I did tremble! It was not because I feared she might recognize her poor slave of the painted head-top, nor that Poor Jr. would tell her. I knew him now too well to think he would do that, had I been even that other of whom he had spoken, for he was a brave, good boy, that Poor Jr. No, it was a trembling of another kind-something I do not know how to explain to those who have not trembled in the same way; and I came alone to my room in the hotel, still trembling a little and having strange quickness of breathing in my chest. I did not make any light; I did not wish it, for the precious darkness of the Cathedral remained with me-magic darkness in which I beheld floating clouds made of the dust of gold and vanishing melodies. Any person who knows of these singular things comprehends how little of them can be told; but to those people who do not know of them, it may appear all great foolishness. Such people are either too young, and they must wait, or too old-they have forgotten! It was an hour afterward, and Poor Jr. had knocked twice at my door, when I lighted the room and opened it to him. He came in, excitedly flushed, and, instead of taking a chair, began to walk quickly up and down the floor. "I'm afraid I forgot all about you, Ansolini," he said, "but that girl I ran into is a-a Miss Landry, whom I have known a long-" I put my hand on his shoulder for a moment and said: "I think I am not so dull, my friend!" He made a blue flash at me with his eyes, then smiled and shook his head. "Yes, you are right," he answered, re-beginning his fast pace over the carpet.[...]."
Good. No dust jacket. 3 volume set. Three volume package of original Booth Tarkington novels: the Beautiful Lady (1905); Wanton Mally (1932); The Guest of Quesnay (1908). All three in hard cover red cloth, in good to very good condition. Wanton Mally includes original dust jacket. All have inscriptions and a few library stamps.
Very Good. No Jacket. Hard Back. 12mo-over 6¾"-7¾" tall. -X-Library with usual library distinctions. Library binding. The orange hard cover has light shelf wear. We are very careful when we list our books, but sometimes something minor may get by..
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