Books with author E. (Edith)

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Excerpt from The Descent of Man: And Other Stories, Madame De TreymesBut if, from the outset, he found his idea the most agreeable of fellow-travellers, it was only in the aromatic solitude of the woods that he tasted the full savour of his adventure. There, during the long cool August days, lying full length on the pine-needles and gazing up into the sky, he would meet the eves of his companion bending over him like a nearer heaven. And what eyes they were - c1ear yet un fathomable, bubbling with inexhaustible laughter, yet drawing their freshness and sparkle from the central depths of thought! To a man who for twenty years had faced an eye reflecting the commonplace with per feet accuracy, these escapes into the inscrutable had always been peculiarly inviting; but hitherto the Pro fessor's mental infidelities had been restricted by an unbroken and relentless domesticity. Now, for the first time since his marriage, chance had given him six weeks to himself, and he was coming home with his lungs full of liberty.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from My Garden in the City of Gardens: A Memory With IllustrationsThe verandah is spread with Chinese matting and littered with armchairs. India is the land Of loll. There are Chairs for each sex and size - long bamboo couch chairs small grass Chairs, cretonne-clad, corresponding to wicker ones in England; heavy, dark teak, or mahogany chairs, with wide cane seat and tall curling backs, monsters, with great flat wooden arms splayed out to receive 'the Sahib's extended legs when he is aweary, and with a hole in them to con tain his peg tumbler when he is a-thirst.The verandah is full of life - captive and free. In a cage ringdoves coo a soft drone to the hoarse and discordant quartette of parrots, perched on iron rings hanging from the roof green, scarlet, and plum, dabs Of brilliant colour against the prevailing greenery.Captive, behind trellis-work at the end of the verandah, stalk the dignified white paddy birds, blind idiots, the Tamils call them. Happily they are also practically dumb.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.