The Rose of Life
M. E. Braddon
Hardcover
(Forgotten Books, Jan. 25, 2018)
Excerpt from The Rose of LifeHe had a habit Of talking to himself when he was alone. Perhaps because he loved the low, slow music Of his own voice; or perhaps because he was an insatiable talker, and speech was a necessity of his being.He dismissed the carriage within a mile of Beaulieu, and the ๏ฌyman drove Off, his ripe Southern voice carolling as he went, satisfied with his fare. Daniel Lester never underpaid a cabman. He was lavish in his use of money, whether his own or anybody else's. He could not under stand people who counted sixpences, and risked sour looks from waiters, any more than he could understand people who had a morbid uneasiness about their debts. Such narrow natures were a mystery to him.He took out a cigar-case like a small portmanteau. He was a poet on a grand scale, over six feet three, with wide shoulders, a large head, thick, brown, curling hair, a vast forehead, the brow of a philosopher and a poet, large grey eyes full of power, but the rest of his face was unworthy Of the forehead and eyes, for here the second and lower nature of the man expressed itself in the thick ness of the nose, the heavy moulding of the lips, the large, loose chin sloping to the large throat.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.