Enchantment
Ernest Temple Thurston
Paperback
(RareBooksClub.com, May 16, 2012)
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. 1917 Excerpt: ...from Waterford to Stradbally. "He's not of these parts," whispered Sophie, and formed that judgment not only from his voice. "He might be English and he speakin'," said Margaret. "'Tis a nice face he has," ventured Josephine, soft of heart already for romance. They were sharp, those other two, in their abuse of her for that. What blather of nonsense, they said, for a girl of her age, and both knew the other was thinking the selfsame thing by their abuse of her for uttering it Charles Stuart knew nothing of these whispered discussions upon himself as he stood listening to the altercation between Patricia and Timothy as to the immediate future of his wretched beast. There she lay in the wet grass, her head hanging down the slope towards the ditch, her eyes rolling, her nostrils distended as nothing but exhaustion could have stretched them. A thin stream of blood was trickling over her lips, and with every gasp she gave, the deep red drops were sprayed into the air. "She's all right," said Timothy, getting up from his knees. "I wouldn't say that she hadn't been ridden to the near end of her pitch, mind ye. But sure, if ye can get some straw and a blanket and keep her warm through the fall of the night, I'm not saying but what ye mightn' save her, the way she'd be doin' many a good day's work for ye yet. Shure, damn it, she's alive, isn't she, and there's always sinse in tryin' to save a beast if it's alive." "A damn sight more," said Charles, "than trying to save her when she's not;" and in some despair he looked about him in the darkness for the sign of a light in a cottage window where straw might be had or a blanket or any warm covering at all. Notwithstanding what had been said by Joseph...