{"product_id":"2940012567505","title":"A Chariote of Fire","description":"Here is  an excerpt from the begining of the book:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen the White Mountain express to Boston stopped at Beverly, it slowed op reluctantly, crashed off the baggage, and dashed on with the nervousness of a train that is unmercifully and unpardonably late. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was a September night, and the channel of home-bound summer travel was clogged and heaving. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA middle-aged man—a plain fellow, who was one of the Beverly passengers—stood for a moment staring at the tracks. The danger-light from the rear of the onrushing train wavered before his eyes, and looked like a splash of blood that was slowly wiped out by the night. It was foggy, and the atmosphere clung like a sponge. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"No,\" he muttered, \"it's the other way. Batty's the other way.\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe turned, facing towards the branch road which carries the great current of North Shore life. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"How soon can I get to Gloucester?\" he demanded of one who brushed against him heavily. He who answered proved to be of the baggage staff, and was at that moment skilfully combining a frown and a whistle behind a towering truck; from this two trunks and a dress-suit case threatened to tumble on a bull-terrier leashed to something invisible, and yelping in the darkness behind. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Lord! This makes 'leven dogs, cats to burn, twenty-one baby-carriages, and a guinea-pig travellin' over this blamed road since yesterday—What's that? Gloucester?—6.45 to-morrow morning.\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Oh, but look here!\" cried the plain passenger, \"that won't do. I have got to get to Gloucester to-night.\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"So's this bull-terrier,\" groaned the baggage-handler. \"He got switched off without his folks—and I've got a pet lamb in the baggage-room bleatin' at the corporation since dinner-time. Some galoot forgot the crittur. There's a lost parrot settin' alongside that swears in several foreign languages. I wish to Moses I could!\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe passenger experienced the dull surprise of one in acute calamity who wonders that another man can jest. He turned without remark, and went to the waiting-room; he limped a little, for he was slightly lame. The ticket-master was locking the door of the office, and looked sleepy and fagged.","brand":"Leila's Books","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47078859276528,"sku":"2940012567505","price":2.95,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940012567505_p0.jpg?v=1763570283","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940012567505","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}