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Condition: Good Jacket: mottled, spine discoloured and edges very lightly frayed. Book: red boards lightly discoloured, page edges mottled and dusty, but binding tight and pages clean. Plot / Content: "Hedwige, orphan niece in a French household, lives on what most be ironically called Vasseur charity. Ironically, because Ulrique, one of Mme Vasseur's daughters, will go to cruel lengths to alleviate her cynical boredom. Beautiful but cold, irked by her own loveless marriage, she plays pitilessly with the loves of others. In Hedwige - young, innocent, unsuspecting and dependent - she has her victim. She arranges for the girl to meet and fall in love with a man incapable of returning her affection. "It take Hedwige an agonising time to discover why Gaston Dolange is not for her. And the person who could tell her most about him is the man who dares not speak his heart on the matter: Jean, the 'transgressor'." (from the pre-title page) Background / Biography: Green (1900 - 1998) was an American who lived in France and wrote mostly in French. Wikipedia entry Reviews: Clicking on advertiser links on this site may allow these companies to gather and use information about your visit to this and other websites to provide you with advertisements about goods and services presumed to be of interest to you. |
Quote from this book "Until night was over and the birds began chirping in the trees, Jean sat at his table before a blank sheet of papers and an open book whose pages remained unturned. A small lamp shed its placid light over the watcher's hands, long narrow hands that seemed to sleep, like tired workers. Not a sound throughout the house, but out of the garden came a whispering from the linden where the first autumn breezes loitered. It had rained a few minutes before and a kindly smell of earth stole gradually into the room, like a gust of memories. Whenever Jean felt anxious and breathed in this fragrance as it rose fro mthe innermost depths of the soil, it cheered him to the heart. Perhaps that was why he smiled." opening paragraphs Secondhand booksellers |
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