Almond-Blossom
Olive Wadsley
Paperback
(Forgotten Books, July 22, 2012)
Mck, as Mck was Rexford sbest-beloved. Still visioning Nick samber eyes and exactly right coat and build, Rexford strolled back into the hotel and up to his wifes room. He walked with that very slight swing of the shoulders and even slighter looseness of gait which is so sure a betrayal of an athlete, and as he waited for a moment after his knock, he loomed very large indeed against the white-painted, narrow door. Francesca was drinking her chocolate in bed, reading Rexford sletters for him, and planning his day. He kissed her hair, which was enchanting, and tied back like a little girls with a big ribbon-bow, let himself down carefully into a frail wicker chair which groaned at him, stretched, smiled at Francesca, and said: Well, what about it? He had made just that same remark every morning during the tour, and Francesca had always met his need by letting him drive her to the place she thought he would like best, where he could either swim, or fish, or shoot, or, at least, watch others engaged in some relatively arduous sport.(Typographical errors above are due to OCR software and don't occur in the book.)About the Publisher Forgotten Books is a publisher of historical writings, such as: Philosophy, Classics, Science, Religion, History, Folklore and Mythology.Forgotten Books' Classic Reprint Series utilizes the latest technology to regenerate facsimiles of historically important writings. Careful attention has been made to accurately preserve the original format of each page whilst digitally enhancing the aged text. Read books online for free at