This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1895 Excerpt: ...But inland and along the coast it is lovely. There are parts where sloping stretches of green come right down to the edge of the little bay, and bright flowers bend over until their heads almost touch the surface of the water. Sometimes the capricious tide leaves broad stretches of bright yellow sand and masses of red ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1895 Excerpt: ...But inland and along the coast it is lovely. There are parts where sloping stretches of green come right down to the edge of the little bay, and bright flowers bend over until their heads almost touch the surface of the water. Sometimes the capricious tide leaves broad stretches of bright yellow sand and masses of red gold seaweed, sometimes it fills up every nook on the coast, and licks the rocky side on which the villas are built. On the opposite side of the bay--St. Malo, with its exquisite maze of elegant spires, which emerge at sunset from a liquid golden mist. And the tiny islets in the middle of the bay, one of them all but covered with a small tower--an atmosphere of diminutive romance hangs about them, especially when they are capped by rose-coloured clouds. Tth August. I have made up my mind not to think of the past. It has no meaning to me. As soon as a thing has happened it ceases to have any reality. Sometimes even while it is happening I cannot be certain of its reality. Why should I trouble, then, about the story that I discovered in my father's manuscript? It happened many years ago, and it is already many days since I read it. And yet, the figure of that woman haunts me. I can see her as she sat at the piano in her white night-dress with the moonlight upon her. I can feel the cool air rushing through the windows. How the great eyes stared as she played the exquisite melody of 'Aveu.' She had wandered into another world, and she never found her way out of it. I am tired of thinking, I will go out. A delicious afternoon. I wandered along the green border of the bay till I came to an open orchard. I picked out an apple-tree laden with fruit, and flung myself down beneath its shade. The sun was intensely hot, and poured down upon my face throug...
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BEARDSLEY, Aubrey, illus. 8vo, pp. 179, plus publisher's catalog. Design for cover and title by A. B. Green cloth, stamped in cream and gilt, untrimmed. Hinges near tender, a few leaves loose near the back, o/w VG. Gallatin 810.