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OverviewLifting aside the heavy tapestry that hung down in front of the window of the tourelle which formed an angle of the room--a window from which the Bastille might be seen frowning over the Quartier St. Antoine, a third of a mile away--the man shrugged his shoulders, uttered a peevish exclamation, and muttered, next: Snow! Snow! Snow! Always snow! Curse the snow! Then he turned back into the room, letting the curtain fall behind him, and seated himself once more in a heavy fauteuil opposite the great fireplace, up the chimney of which the logs roared in a cheerful blaze. Hard winters, now, he muttered once more, still thinking of the weather outside; always hard winters in Paris now. 'Twas so when I rode back here after the campaign in Spain was over. When I rode back, he repeated, a year ago. He paused, reflecting; then continued: Ay, a year ago. Why! so it was. A year ago to-day. A year this very day. The last day of December. Ay, the bells were ringing from Notre Dame, St. Roch--the Tour St. Jacques. To welcome in the New Year. Almost, it seemed, judging by the events of the next few weeks, to welcome me to my inheritance. To my inheritance! Yet, how far off that inheritance seemed once! As far off as the love of those curs, my relatives, was then. Full Product DetailsAuthor: John Bloundelle-BurtonPublisher: Blurb Imprint: Blurb Dimensions: Width: 15.20cm , Height: 1.80cm , Length: 22.90cm Weight: 0.540kg ISBN: 9781388204389ISBN 10: 138820438 Pages: 276 Publication Date: 20 January 2021 Audience: General/trade , General Format: Hardback Publisher's Status: Unknown Availability: In stock Limited stock is available. It will be ordered for you and shipped pending supplier's limited stock. Table of ContentsReviewsAuthor InformationTab Content 6Author Website:Countries AvailableAll regions |