Books with author Phillpotts

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How musical are the place names on the tidal water of Dart. Tuckenhay and Greenway, Stoke Gabriel and Dittisham, Sharpham and Duncannon—a chime of bells to the native ear that knows them. To-day autumn rainbows burnt low on the ferny hills and set their russet flashing. Then hailstorms churned the river into a flurry and swept seaward under a grey cowl. They came with a rush of wind, that brought scarlet leaves from the wild cherry and gold dust from the larch; but soon the air cleared and the sun returned, while the silver fret of the river’s face grew calm again to mirror far-off things. Easterly the red earth arched low on the blue sky; west spread cobweb-grey orchards, their leaves fallen, their last of apples still twinkling—topaz and ruby—among the lichens of their ancient boughs. Then broad, oaken hangers met the beech scrub and the pale oak foliage was as a flame dancing above the red-hot fire of the beeches. Their conflagrations blazed along the tideway and their reflected colour poured down over the woods into the water. Then elm trees rolled out along the river, and above them, in billows mightier than they, sailed the light-laden clouds, that seemed to lift another forest, bossed and rounded as the elm trees, and carry up their image into the sky. But the cloud glory was pale, its sun touched summits faint against the ardour of the earthborn elms.

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Eden Phillpotts (1862 –1960) was an English author. He was the author of many novels. Phillpotts was a friend of Agatha Christie, who was an admirer of his work and a regular visitor to his home. Jorge Luis Borges was another admirer. Borges mentioned him numerous times wrote at least two reviews of his novels, and included him in his "Personal Library", a collection of works selected to reflect his personal literary preferences.

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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. 1910 edition. Excerpt: ...Charles knew what a horribly dangerous thing he had got, and made all haste to be rid of it again. He felt as if he was carrying dynamite, or gunpowder, or some equally touchy and explosive compound. But to get the Flint Heart from his father was one thing; to get rid of it was quite another. He decided to speak to Unity in private, and presently he met her watching the ducks in the river not far off. Charles shouted roughly to her: "Come here, and be sharp about it!" She was astonished at the tone of his voice, but went instantly. "Don't stare," he said, "but just attend to me, and speak sense if you can. I've got the Flint Heart in my pocket. What shall I do with it?" "I wonder," said Unity; and Charles was so irritable and peppery and unlike himself, that he took his small sister by the shoulders and shook her. Ship happened to be passing by, and he could not stand this, so he came forward and looked at Charles with his blue eyes and showed his teeth and growled. "Would you, you cur!" cried Charles, and he picked up a great stone to throw at Ship. Then Unity said: "I wonder if you hadn't better fling away that Flint Heart, brother Charles, before it makes you any worse?" And Charles struggled against the horrid heart, and dragged it out of his pocket and threw it away with all his might. It fell into the river; but it was flat, and it went duckingand-draking all along a smooth pool and then jumped the bank and fell plump into a reedy swamp beyond. It was a place where green and pink and yellow bog moss grew, and the cruel little sundew, that catches flies with its leaves, and the butterwort with sticky foliage also, and the bog pimpernel, and other very pretty things that like...