Excerpt from A Winnowing
Then again it was the close of a summer after noon he was going out riding with his father - dead, too, years ago; and he stood, radiantly happy, listening to the champ and jingle of horses coming round from the stable. On the lawn, just out of sight, stood the tea-table, silver, china, in the shade of the lime, with his mother and sister - the one who had died when he was ten years old - talking together there. From somewhere beyond the village came the crash of a band there was some fete - a ower show, he thought - in progress. His father came out and stood beside him, silent and smiling; but his face was altered, and it was plain he was a revenant, yet not terrible, only a little strange and mysterious his head was lifted and his eyes looked out, seeing that which the boy could not see. It seemed as though he had returned from some long journey, and all was well again.
Or it was winter, as it was growing dark, and he was coming in through the park towards the garden. The great house, sombre against the aming west.
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Genre: Children's Fiction
Then again it was the close of a summer after noon he was going out riding with his father - dead, too, years ago; and he stood, radiantly happy, listening to the champ and jingle of horses coming round from the stable. On the lawn, just out of sight, stood the tea-table, silver, china, in the shade of the lime, with his mother and sister - the one who had died when he was ten years old - talking together there. From somewhere beyond the village came the crash of a band there was some fete - a ower show, he thought - in progress. His father came out and stood beside him, silent and smiling; but his face was altered, and it was plain he was a revenant, yet not terrible, only a little strange and mysterious his head was lifted and his eyes looked out, seeing that which the boy could not see. It seemed as though he had returned from some long journey, and all was well again.
Or it was winter, as it was growing dark, and he was coming in through the park towards the garden. The great house, sombre against the aming west.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This 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.
Genre: Children's Fiction
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