Peter Ibbetson

Description: Please refer to the section BELOW (and NOT ABOVE) this line for the product details - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Title:Peter IbbetsonISBN13:9781481873888ISBN10:1481873881Author:Du Maurier, George (Author)Description:(This is a RePrint) - Excerpt: Yet Here Was Everything As It Had Been When I Was A Child; And All Through The Agency Of This Solid Phantom Of A Lovely Young English Duchess, Whose Warm Gloved Hands I Had Only This Minute Been Holding In Mine The Scent Of Her Gloves Was Still In My Palm I Looked At My Watch; It Marked Twenty-Three Minutes To Twelve All This Had Happened In Less Than Three-Quarters Of An Hour Pondering Over All This In Hopeless Bewilderment, I Turned My Steps Towards My Old Home, And, To My Surprise, Was Just Able To Look Over The Garden Wall, Which I Had Once Thought About Ten Feet High Under The Old Apple-Tree In Full Bloom Sat My Mother, Darning Small Socks; With Her Flaxen Side-Curls (As It Was Her Fashion To Wear Them) Half-Concealing Her Face My Emotion And Astonishment Were Immense My Heart Beat Fast I Felt Its Pulse In My Temples, And My Breath Was Short At A Little Green Table That I Remembered Well Sat A Small Boy, Rather Quaintly Dressed In A By-Gone Fashion, With A Frill Round His Wide Shirt-Collar, And His Golden Hair Cut Quite Close At The Top, And Rather Long At The Sides And Back It Was Gogo Pasquier He Seemed A Very Nice Little Boy He Had Pen And Ink And Copy-Book Before Him, And A Gilt-Edged Volume Bound In Red Morocco I Knew It At A Glance; It Was Elegant Extracts The Dog Medor Lay Asleep In The Shade The Bees Were Droning Among The Nasturtiums And Convolvulus A Little Girl Ran Up The Avenue From The Porter's Lodge And Pushed The Garden Gate, Which Rang The Bell As It Opened, And She Went Into The Garden, And I Followed Her; But She Took No Notice Of Me, Nor Did The Others It Was Mimsey Seraskier I Went Out And Sat At My Mother's Feet, And Looked Long In Her Face I Must Not Speak To Her, Nor Touch Her-Not Even Touch Her Busy Hand With My Lips, Or I Should Blur The Dream I Got Up And Looked Over The Boy Gogo's Shoulder He Was Translating Gray's Elegy Into French; He Had Not Got Very Far, And Seemed To Be Stumped By The Binding:Paperback, PaperbackPublisher:Createspace Independent Publishing PlatformPublication Date:2012-12-30Weight:0.7 lbsDimensions:0.48'' H x 9.02'' L x 5.98'' WNumber of Pages:212Language:English

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