Evelyn Innes
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Volume: 1-2 General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1898 Original Publisher: T. Fisher Unwin Subjects: Fiction / General Fiction / Classics Fiction / Literary Literary Criticism / European / English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy...
MoreVolume: 1-2 General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1898 Original Publisher: T. Fisher Unwin Subjects: Fiction / General Fiction / Classics Fiction / Literary Literary Criticism / European / English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: IV She was alone in the music-room reading a piece of music, and her back was to the door when he entered. She hardly recognised him, tired and tossed as he was by long journeying, and his grey travelling suit was like a disguise. Is that you, Sir Owen ? . . . You've come back ?' ' Come back, yes, I have come back. I travelled straight through from Marseilles, a pretty stiff journey . . . We were nearly shipwrecked off Marseilles.' ' I thought it was off the coast of Asia Minor ?' ' That was another storm. We have had rough weather lately.' The music dropped from her hand, and she stood looking at him, for he stood before her like an ancient seafarer. His grey tweed suit buttoned tightly about him set off every line of his spare figure. His light brown hair was tossed all over his head, and she could not reconcile this rough traveller with the elegant fribble whom she had hitherto known as Sir Owen. But she liked him in this grey suit, dusty after long travel. He was picturesque and remote as a legend. A smile was on his lips ; it showed through the frizzled moustache, and his eyes sparkled with pleasure at sight of her. ' But why did you travel straight through ? You might have slept at Marseilles or Paris.' 'One of these days I will tell you about the gale. I wonder I am not at the bottom of that treacherous sea; it did blow my poor old yacht about -- I thought it was her last cruise ; and when we got to the hotel...
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