Books with title The Heart of Betrayal

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Excerpt from The BetrayalI Opened the door, and a storm Of sleet and spray stung our faces. Old Pegg, who had been there to sell and collect tickets, shouted to us.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.

Edward Phillips Oppenheim (22 October 1866 – 3 February 1946) was an English novelist, in his lifetime a major and successful writer of genre fiction including thrillers. Oppenheim's literary success enabled him to buy a villa in France and a yacht, then a house in Guernsey, though he lost access to this during the Second World War. Afterwards he regained the house, le Vanquiédor in St. Peter Port, and he died there on 3 February 1946. During the war he worked for the Ministry of Information.

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Like a clap of thunder, the north wind, rushing seawards, seemed suddenly to threaten the ancient little building with destruction. The window sashes rattled, the beams which supported the roof creaked and groaned, the oil lamps by which alone the place was lit swung perilously in their chains. A row of maps designed for the instruction of the young— the place was a schoolhouse—commenced a devil's dance against the wall. In the street without we heard the crash of a fallen chimneypot. My audience of four rose timorously to its feet, and I, glad of the excuse, folded my notes and stepped from the slightly raised platform on to the floor. "I am much obliged to you for coming," I said, "but I think that it is quite useless to continue, for I can scarcely make you hear, and I am not at all sure that the place is safe." I spoke hastily, my one desire being to escape from the scene of my humiliation unaccosted. One of my little audience, however, was of a different mind. Rising quickly from one of the back seats, she barred the way. Her broad comely face was full of mingled contrition and sympathy. "I am so sorry, Mr. Ducaine," she exclaimed. "It does seem a cruel pity, doesn't it?—and such a beautiful lecture! I tried so hard to persuade dad and the others to come, but you know how they all love hearing anything about the war, and—" "My dear Miss Moyat," I interrupted, "I am only sorry that a mistaken sense of kindness should have brought you here. With one less in the audience I think I should have ventured to suggest that we all went round to hear Colonel Ray. I should like to have gone myself immensely."

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Like a clap of thunder, the north wind, rushing seawards,seemed suddenly to threaten the ancient little building withdestruction. The window sashes rattled, the beams whichsupported the roof creaked and groaned, the oil lamps bywhich alone the place was lit swung perilously in theirchains. A row of maps designed for the instruction of theyoung—the place was a schoolhouse—commenced adevil's dance against the wall. In the street without weheard the crash of a fallen chimneypot. My audience offour rose timorously to its feet, and I, glad of the excuse,folded my notes and stepped from the slightly raisedplatform on to the floor."I am much obliged to you for coming," I said, "but I thinkthat it is quite useless to continue, for I can scarcely makeyou hear, and I am not at all sure that the place is safe."I spoke hastily, my one desire being to escape from thescene of my humiliation unaccosted. One of my littleaudience, however, was of a different mind. Rising quicklyfrom one of the back seats, she barred the way. Her broadcomely face was full of mingled contrition and sympathy.

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