The Angel of His Presence
Fiction & Literature, Literary Theory & Criticism, Women Authors, Nonfiction, Family & Relationships, Relationships, Interpersonal Relationships, Religious
| Author: | Grace Livingston Hill | ISBN: | 1230000117864 |
| Publisher: | Huey Global | Publication: | March 27, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Grace Livingston Hill |
| ISBN: | 1230000117864 |
| Publisher: | Huey Global |
| Publication: | March 27, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
The Angel of His Presence by Grace Livingston Hill
A sweet Christian fiction.
JOHN WENTWORTH STANLEY stood on the deck of an Atlantic liner looking off to sea and meditating. The line of smoke that floated away from his costly cigar followed the line of smoke from the steamer as if it were doing honest work to help get Mr. Stanley to New York. The Sea in the distance was sparkling and monotonous and the horizon line empty and bright, but Mr. Stanly seemed to see before him the hazy outlines of New York as they would appear in about twenty-four hours more, if all went well. And of course all would go well. He had no doubt about that. Everything had always gone well for him.
Especially well had been these last two years of travel and study abroad. He reflected with satisfaction upon the knowledge and experience he had gained in his own special lines, upon the polish he had acquired, and he glanced over himself, metaphorically speaking, and found no fault in John Wentworth Stanley. He was not too Parisian in his differential manner, he was not too English in his deliberation, neither was he, that worst of all traits in his eyes, too American in his bluntness. He had acquired something from each nation, and considered that the combined result was good. It is a comfortable feeling to be satisfied with one’s self.
Nor he had been shut entirely out of the higher circles of foreign society. There were Pleasant memories of delightful evenings within the noble walls of exclusive homes, of dinners and other enjoyable occasions with great personages where he had been an honored guest. When he thought of this, he raised his chest an inch higher and stood just a little straighter.
There was also a memory picture of one, perhaps more, but notably of one “ladye of high degree,” who had not shown indifference to his various charms. It was pleasant to feel that one could if one would. In due time he would consider this question more carefully. In near future this lady was to visit America. He had promised himself......
The Angel of His Presence by Grace Livingston Hill
A sweet Christian fiction.
JOHN WENTWORTH STANLEY stood on the deck of an Atlantic liner looking off to sea and meditating. The line of smoke that floated away from his costly cigar followed the line of smoke from the steamer as if it were doing honest work to help get Mr. Stanley to New York. The Sea in the distance was sparkling and monotonous and the horizon line empty and bright, but Mr. Stanly seemed to see before him the hazy outlines of New York as they would appear in about twenty-four hours more, if all went well. And of course all would go well. He had no doubt about that. Everything had always gone well for him.
Especially well had been these last two years of travel and study abroad. He reflected with satisfaction upon the knowledge and experience he had gained in his own special lines, upon the polish he had acquired, and he glanced over himself, metaphorically speaking, and found no fault in John Wentworth Stanley. He was not too Parisian in his differential manner, he was not too English in his deliberation, neither was he, that worst of all traits in his eyes, too American in his bluntness. He had acquired something from each nation, and considered that the combined result was good. It is a comfortable feeling to be satisfied with one’s self.
Nor he had been shut entirely out of the higher circles of foreign society. There were Pleasant memories of delightful evenings within the noble walls of exclusive homes, of dinners and other enjoyable occasions with great personages where he had been an honored guest. When he thought of this, he raised his chest an inch higher and stood just a little straighter.
There was also a memory picture of one, perhaps more, but notably of one “ladye of high degree,” who had not shown indifference to his various charms. It was pleasant to feel that one could if one would. In due time he would consider this question more carefully. In near future this lady was to visit America. He had promised himself......
