Books with title The Birdwatchers

I had never need to keep any record either of the date or place. It was the fifteenth night of July, in the year 1758, and the place was Lieutenant Clutterbuck’s lodging at the south corner of Burleigh Street, Strand. The night was tropical in its heat, and though every window stood open to the Thames, there was not a man, I think, who did not long for the cool relief of morning, or step out from time to time on to the balcony and search the dark profundity of sky for the first flecks of grey. I cannot be positive about the entire disposition of the room: but certainly Lieutenant Clutterbuck was playing at ninepins down the middle with half a dozen decanters and a couple of silver salvers; and Mr. Macfarlane, a young gentleman of a Scottish regiment, was practising a game of his own.He carried the fire-irons and Lieutenant Clutterbuck’s sword under his arm, and walked solidly about the floor after a little paper ball rolled up out of a news sheet, which he hit with one of these instruments, selecting now the poker, now the tongs or the sword with great deliberation, and explaining his selection with even greater earnestness; there was besides a great deal of noise, which seemed to be a quality of the room rather than the utterance of any particular person; and I have a clear recollection that everything, from the candles to the glasses on the tables and the broken tobacco pipes on the floor, was of a dazzling and intolerable brightness. This brightness distressed me particularly, because just opposite to where I sat a large mirror hung upon the wall between two windows. On each side was a velvet hollow of gloom, in the middle this glittering oval. Every ray of light within the room seemed to converge upon its surface. I could not but look at it–for it did not occur to me to move away to another chair–and it annoyed me exceedingly. Besides, the mirror was inclined forward from the wall, and so threw straight down at me a reflection of Lieutenant Clutterbuck’s guests, as they flung about the room beneath it.

Nell Pestowsky takes risks. Like the night she jumped from a rooftop into a lake at a party — in nothing but her underwear. She wasn’t trying to cause trouble, but that jump set off an unstoppable chain of events, ending with her boyfriend, Toby, crashing his bicycle and fracturing his skull. Everyone is talking about Nell — and not in a good way. But no one knows what happened right after Nell’s infamous jump. That’s when she met the Birdcatcher for the first time. Nell has blocked it from her mind. Now, trying to put it all behind her, Nell is excited to be going camping with her friend Ida. With a backpack full of champagne and Nell’s adorable dog, Rocky, along for the trip, Nell and Ida are far, far away from everyone they know. They’re free . . . or at least they should be. But Ida has a secret, one that could put the both of them at risk. The Birdcatcher lurks. . . .

The Watchers is a novel by A. E. W. Mason (author of At the Villa Rose, The Prisoner in the Opal, etc.), first published in 1899 by the Frederick A. Stokes Company.I had never need to keep any record either of the date or place. It was the fifteenth night of July, in the year 1758, and the place was Lieutenant Clutterbuck's lodging at the south corner of Burleigh Street, Strand. The night was tropical in its heat, and though every window stood open to the Thames, there was not a man, I think, who did not long for the cool relief of morning, or step out from time to time on to the balcony and search the dark profundity of sky for the first flecks of grey. I cannot be positive about the entire disposition of the room: but certainly Lieutenant Clutterbuck was playing at ninepins down the middle with half a dozen decanters and a couple of silver salvers; and Mr. Macfarlanea young gentleman of a Scottish regiment, was practising a game of his own.

Nell Pestowsky takes risks. Like the night she jumped from a rooftop into a lake at a party — in nothing but her underwear. She wasn’t trying to cause trouble, but that jump set off an unstoppable chain of events, ending with her boyfriend, Toby, crashing his bicycle and fracturing his skull. Everyone is talking about Nell — and not in a good way. But no one knows what happened right after Nell’s infamous jump. That’s when she met the Birdcatcher for the first time. Nell has blocked it from her mind. Now, trying to put it all behind her, Nell is excited to be going camping with her friend Ida. With a backpack full of champagne and Nell’s adorable dog, Rocky, along for the trip, Nell and Ida are far, far away from everyone they know. They’re free . . . or at least they should be. But Ida has a secret, one that could put the both of them at risk. The Birdcatcher lurks. . . .

Nell Pestowsky takes risks. Like the night she jumped from a rooftop into a lake at a party ― in nothing but her underwear. She wasn’t trying to cause trouble, but that jump set off an unstoppable chain of events, ending with her boyfriend, Toby, crashing his bicycle and fracturing his skull. Everyone is talking about Nell ― and not in a good way. But no one knows what happened right after Nell’s infamous jump. That’s when she met the Birdcatcher for the first time. Nell has blocked it from her mind. Now, trying to put it all behind her, Nell is excited to be going camping with her friend Ida. With a backpack full of champagne and Nell’s adorable dog, Rocky, along for the trip, Nell and Ida are far, far away from everyone they know. They’re free . . . or at least they should be. But Ida has a secret, one that could put the both of them at risk. The Birdcatcher lurks. . . .

Nell Pestowsky takes risks. Like the night she jumped from a rooftop into a lake at a party - in nothing but her underwear. She wasn’t trying to cause trouble, but that jump set off an unstoppable chain of events, ending with her boyfriend, Toby, crashing his bicycle and fracturing his skull. Everyone is talking about Nell - and not in a good way. But no one knows what happened right after Nell’s infamous jump. That’s when she met the Birdcatcher for the first time. Nell has blocked it from her mind. Now, trying to put it all behind her, Nell is excited to be going camping with her friend Ida. With a backpack full of champagne and Nell’s adorable dog, Rocky, along for the trip, Nell and Ida are far, far away from everyone they know. They’re free...or at least they should be. But Ida has a secret, one that could put the both of them at risk. The Birdcatcher lurks....

I had never need to keep any record either of the date or place. It was the fifteenth night of July, in the year 1758, and the place was Lieutenant Clutterbuck’s lodging at the south corner of Burleigh Street, Strand. The night was tropical in its heat, and though every window stood open to the Thames, there was not a man, I think, who did not long for the cool relief of morning, or step out from time to time on to the balcony and search the dark profundity of sky for the first flecks of grey. I cannot be positive about the entire disposition of the room: but certainly Lieutenant Clutterbuck was playing at ninepins down the middle with half a dozen decanters and a couple of silver salvers; and Mr. Macfarlane, a young gentleman of a Scottish regiment, was practising a game of his own.

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