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No Jacket, 5 1/2 By 7 3/4`` Green hardcvr with triangle pasted on cvr of girl in white with military hat in embossed design, Ruff cut pgs are browned with age, decorated title page and art nouveau borders throughout by Theodore B. Hapgood. Slight damage to ends of spine, binding tight. No DJ. Cursive writing = Library No. 4 on Content pg. No other marks. 5 Beautiful color portraits of ladies and men in the story.

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Excerpt from The FlyersRotten night, reflected the big man who monopolised the roomiest chair and the best position in front of the blazing logs.Going to town to-night? The question was general there were half a dozen answers. Every one was going in by the last express. All of them had dined well: they had been hungry and the club was a wealthy one; even the most exclusive of appetites could be entertained at the Faraway Country Club. The last 'bus was to leave the clubhouse at ten minutes past ten, and it was then half past eight. Ten minutes' drive from the clubhouse on the edge of the little town to the railway station - then thirty minutes to the heart of the big city in which the members lived and died at great risk to themselves.Each succeeding spring saw the formal opening of the Faraway Country Club. The boards were pulled down from the windows and the door hinges were oiled properly after a winter of discontent. May saw the reopening, but it was not until June that crowds began to fill the house and grounds. Only the more restless and hardy had the temerity to test the pleasures of the raw spring days and nights. The M. F. H. Was a loyal, eager chap; he knew what was required of him in his official capacity. With the first symptoms of softening soil he led his followers through field and wood, promising the real hunt inside of a month. Following a pack of overfed hounds was what every one at Faraway Club called a real hunt.The night so meagrely described at the beginning of this tale followed hard upon a grey, chill day. A few golfers had spent the afternoon upon the course, inanely cursing the temporary tees and greens. A couple of polo enthusiasts tried out their ponies, and several men and women took their hunters over the course, that fairly bristled with spectres of last year's anise-seed. Nowthey were comfortably ensconced in the club house, berating the unfortunate elements, and waiting for the last express with a per sistency which allowed three or four earlier trains to come and go unnoticed. The cheerful highball was coming into its own. A stern winter of bridge had not killed the ardour of certain worshippers; continuous criticism of play arose from the table in the corner where two men and two women were engaged with the cards.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.

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