Opis: The Vine - Wood James Duckworth

Excerpt from The Vine: A Volume From the Symbolist Press

Paul paused at the door and gazed with rapture at the sun sinking behind the black woods; the deep, wine-coloured glow was reflected in his eyes as though hidden fires had leapt into flames of ecstasy. The brown, decaying scents of autumn filled the hushed air; a grey mist came creeping up the hillside, and a poignant sadness stole over him as he thought of the departed glories of summer... A faint wind sighed through the trees and some leaves pattered up the path. He turned to go in. The crescent moon was shimmering palely above the house; it seemed cold and sinister, and he shuddered involuntarily as he entered.

He was glad to be inside the cosy lamp-lit drawing-room. A log fire was burning brightly, and the crackling wood filled the atmosphere with a faint, bitter-sweet aroma, with which mingled the fragrance of hot tea and toast. The red curtains drawn over the window enhanced the warmth of the room, and a pleasant languor came over his tired limbs as he lay back hi the yielding arm-chair and stretched his feet to the cheerful blaze. His father was talking of the visit he had made that day to Great Baddow, the nearest market town, and his mother occasionally interposed a quiet remark, or refilled his cup with fresh tea. It was all very cosy and peaceful, and as his parents talked, he reflected how glorious was the contrast between his former holidays, usually spent in a dull London suburb, and these days of endless happiness.

Whiston Eaves was a rambling old house; its ivy-covered walls, quaint gables, and mullioned windows remained always in the memory of those who passed along the Great Baddow road. The grounds were skirted by a low wall; a rusty iron gate gave access from the road to the broad drive, fringed with tall beeches. From the front windows one could see the cluster of cottages known as Whiston Hamlet, and beyond, many miles of undulating pasture land. Behind the house the wooded ground sloped gently down to a swirling stream; across the valley were dense woods. For many years Whiston Eaves had remained unoccupied and neglected, for prospective tenants were always deterred by the many strange rumours that had spread concerning the place; it was said that nobody remained there for long, although the only reason given was that there was "something queer" about it. However, the prosaic John Heritage, an over-worked general practitioner in a London suburb, dismissed the rumours as old wives' tales, and eagerly seized the opportunity of securing a country residence at such low terms; and disposing of his practice retired for a long desired rest.

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Szczegóły: The Vine - Wood James Duckworth

Nazwa: The Vine A Volume From the Symbolist Press (Classic Reprint)
Autor: Wood James Duckworth
Wydawnictwo: FB &c Ltd
Kod paskowy: 9781330417782
Języki: angielski
Ilość stron: 66
Format: 15.2x22.9cm
Oprawa: Miękka

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