MacAria

Nonfiction, Religion & Spirituality, New Age, History, Fiction & Literature
Cover of the book MacAria by Augusta Jane Evans, Library of Alexandria
View on Amazon View on AbeBooks View on Kobo View on B.Depository View on eBay View on Walmart
Author: Augusta Jane Evans ISBN: 9781613104026
Publisher: Library of Alexandria Publication: March 8, 2015
Imprint: Language: English
Author: Augusta Jane Evans
ISBN: 9781613104026
Publisher: Library of Alexandria
Publication: March 8, 2015
Imprint:
Language: English
RUSSELL AUBREY The town-clock was on the last stroke of twelve, the solitary candle measured but two inches from its socket, and as the summer wind rushed through the half-closed shutters, the melted tallow dripped slowly into the brightly-burnished brazen candlestick. The flickering light fell upon the pages of a ledger, and flashed fitfully in the face of the accountant, as he bent over his work. Sixteen years growth had given him unusual height and remarkable breadth of chest, and it was difficult to realize that the stature of manhood had been attained by a mere boy in years. A grey suit (evidently home-made), of rather coarse texture, bespoke poverty; and, owing to the oppressive heat of the atmosphere, the coat was thrown partially off. He wore no vest, and the loosely-tied black ribbon suffered the snowy white collar to fall away from the throat and expose its well-turned outline. The head was large, but faultlessly proportioned, and the thick black hair, cut short and clinging to the temples, added to its massiveness. The lofty forehead, white and smooth, the somewhat heavy brows matching the hue of the hair, the straight, finely-formed nose with its delicate but clearly defined nostril, the full firm lips unshaded by moustache, combined to render the face one of uncommon beauty. Yet, as he sat absorbed by his figures, there was nothing prepossessing or winning in his appearance, for though you could not carp at the moulding of his features, you involuntarily shrank from the prematurely grave, nay, austere expression which seemed habitual to them. He looked just what he was, youthful in years, but old in trials and labours, and to one who analysed his countenance, the conviction was inevitable that his will was gigantic, his ambition unbounded, his intellect wonderfully acute and powerful. "Russell, do you know it is midnight?" He frowned, and answered without looking up— "Yes
View on Amazon View on AbeBooks View on Kobo View on B.Depository View on eBay View on Walmart
RUSSELL AUBREY The town-clock was on the last stroke of twelve, the solitary candle measured but two inches from its socket, and as the summer wind rushed through the half-closed shutters, the melted tallow dripped slowly into the brightly-burnished brazen candlestick. The flickering light fell upon the pages of a ledger, and flashed fitfully in the face of the accountant, as he bent over his work. Sixteen years growth had given him unusual height and remarkable breadth of chest, and it was difficult to realize that the stature of manhood had been attained by a mere boy in years. A grey suit (evidently home-made), of rather coarse texture, bespoke poverty; and, owing to the oppressive heat of the atmosphere, the coat was thrown partially off. He wore no vest, and the loosely-tied black ribbon suffered the snowy white collar to fall away from the throat and expose its well-turned outline. The head was large, but faultlessly proportioned, and the thick black hair, cut short and clinging to the temples, added to its massiveness. The lofty forehead, white and smooth, the somewhat heavy brows matching the hue of the hair, the straight, finely-formed nose with its delicate but clearly defined nostril, the full firm lips unshaded by moustache, combined to render the face one of uncommon beauty. Yet, as he sat absorbed by his figures, there was nothing prepossessing or winning in his appearance, for though you could not carp at the moulding of his features, you involuntarily shrank from the prematurely grave, nay, austere expression which seemed habitual to them. He looked just what he was, youthful in years, but old in trials and labours, and to one who analysed his countenance, the conviction was inevitable that his will was gigantic, his ambition unbounded, his intellect wonderfully acute and powerful. "Russell, do you know it is midnight?" He frowned, and answered without looking up— "Yes

More books from Library of Alexandria

Cover of the book The Young O'Briens: Being an Account of Their Sojourn in London by Augusta Jane Evans
Cover of the book Eastern Tales by Many Story Tellers by Augusta Jane Evans
Cover of the book Homo Sum (Complete) by Augusta Jane Evans
Cover of the book The Science of Fairy Tales: An Inquiry into Fairy Mythology by Augusta Jane Evans
Cover of the book Camp-Fire and Cotton-Field: Southern Adventure in Time of War. Life with the Union Armies, and Residence on a Louisiana Plantation by Augusta Jane Evans
Cover of the book The Recent Revolution in Organ Building: Being an Account of Modern Developments by Augusta Jane Evans
Cover of the book La Dame De Monsoreau (Complete) by Augusta Jane Evans
Cover of the book The Upper Berth by Augusta Jane Evans
Cover of the book This Simian World by Augusta Jane Evans
Cover of the book Across Asia on a Bicycle by Augusta Jane Evans
Cover of the book A Maid of The Kentucky Hills by Augusta Jane Evans
Cover of the book The Boy Knight: A Tale of the Crusades by Augusta Jane Evans
Cover of the book The Wolf Cub: A Novel of Spain by Augusta Jane Evans
Cover of the book Hebrew Literature: Talmudic Treatises, Hebrew Melodies, and The Kabbalah Unveiled by Augusta Jane Evans
Cover of the book Witchcraft in Christian Countries: Being an Address Delivered at the Inauguration of the Secular Society at Stockport, November 19th, 1882 by Augusta Jane Evans
We use our own "cookies" and third party cookies to improve services and to see statistical information. By using this website, you agree to our Privacy Policy