| Author: | Henry Rider Haggard | ISBN: | 1230002145525 |
| Publisher: | Bay Bay Online Books | Publication: | February 7, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Language: | French |
| Author: | Henry Rider Haggard |
| ISBN: | 1230002145525 |
| Publisher: | Bay Bay Online Books |
| Publication: | February 7, 2018 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | French |
* Book : Joan Haste
* Biography
* Bibliography
The author of such swashbuckling adventures as "She" and "King Solomon's Mines" turns to domestic drama in this romance. Joan is a shop girl of illegitimate birth--and a single mother besides. Torn from the love of country-dwelling Captain Henry Graves, Joan endures exile with a Dickensian London family, and pursuit by a Victorian-era stalker.
Excerpt:
Alone and desolate, within hearing of the thunder of the waters of the North Sea, but not upon them, stand the ruins of Ramborough Abbey. Once there was a city at their feet, now the city has gone; nothing is left of its greatness save the stone skeleton of the fabric of the Abbey above and the skeletons of the men who built it mouldering in the earth below. To the east, across a waste of uncultivated heath, lies the wide ocean; and, following the trend of the coast northward, the eye falls upon the red roofs of the fishing village of Bradmouth. When Ramborough was a town, this village was a great port; but the sea, advancing remorselessly, has choked its harbour and swallowed up the ancient borough which to-day lies beneath the waters.
* Book : Joan Haste
* Biography
* Bibliography
The author of such swashbuckling adventures as "She" and "King Solomon's Mines" turns to domestic drama in this romance. Joan is a shop girl of illegitimate birth--and a single mother besides. Torn from the love of country-dwelling Captain Henry Graves, Joan endures exile with a Dickensian London family, and pursuit by a Victorian-era stalker.
Excerpt:
Alone and desolate, within hearing of the thunder of the waters of the North Sea, but not upon them, stand the ruins of Ramborough Abbey. Once there was a city at their feet, now the city has gone; nothing is left of its greatness save the stone skeleton of the fabric of the Abbey above and the skeletons of the men who built it mouldering in the earth below. To the east, across a waste of uncultivated heath, lies the wide ocean; and, following the trend of the coast northward, the eye falls upon the red roofs of the fishing village of Bradmouth. When Ramborough was a town, this village was a great port; but the sea, advancing remorselessly, has choked its harbour and swallowed up the ancient borough which to-day lies beneath the waters.
