{"product_id":"2940012790880","title":"SHE","description":"INTRODUCTION\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn giving to the world the record of what, looked at as an adventure\u003cbr\u003eonly, is I suppose one of the most wonderful and mysterious experiences\u003cbr\u003eever undergone by mortal men, I feel it incumbent on me to explain what\u003cbr\u003emy exact connection with it is. And so I may as well say at once that I\u003cbr\u003eam not the narrator but only the editor of this extraordinary history,\u003cbr\u003eand then go on to tell how it found its way into my hands.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSome years ago I, the editor, was stopping with a friend, \"_vir\u003cbr\u003edoctissimus et amicus neus_,\" at a certain University, which for the\u003cbr\u003epurposes of this history we will call Cambridge, and was one day much\u003cbr\u003estruck with the appearance of two persons whom I saw going arm-in-arm\u003cbr\u003edown the street. One of these gentlemen was I think, without exception,\u003cbr\u003ethe handsomest young fellow I have ever seen. He was very tall, very\u003cbr\u003ebroad, and had a look of power and a grace of bearing that seemed as\u003cbr\u003enative to him as it is to a wild stag. In addition his face was almost\u003cbr\u003ewithout flaw--a good face as well as a beautiful one, and when he lifted\u003cbr\u003ehis hat, which he did just then to a passing lady, I saw that his head\u003cbr\u003ewas covered with little golden curls growing close to the scalp.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Good gracious!\" I said to my friend, with whom I was walking, \"why,\u003cbr\u003ethat fellow looks like a statue of Apollo come to life. What a splendid\u003cbr\u003eman he is!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Yes,\" he answered, \"he is the handsomest man in the University, and one\u003cbr\u003eof the nicest too. They call him 'the Greek god'; but look at the other\u003cbr\u003eone, he's Vincey's (that's the god's name) guardian, and supposed to be\u003cbr\u003efull of every kind of information. They call him 'Charon.'\" I looked,\u003cbr\u003eand found the older man quite as interesting in his way as the glorified\u003cbr\u003especimen of humanity at his side. He appeared to be about forty years\u003cbr\u003eof age, and was I think as ugly as his companion was handsome. To begin\u003cbr\u003ewith, he was shortish, rather bow-legged, very deep chested, and with\u003cbr\u003eunusually long arms. He had dark hair and small eyes, and the hair grew\u003cbr\u003eright down on his forehead, and his whiskers grew right up to his hair,\u003cbr\u003eso that there was uncommonly little of his countenance to be seen.\u003cbr\u003eAltogether he reminded me forcibly of a gorilla, and yet there was\u003cbr\u003esomething very pleasing and genial about the man's eye. I remember\u003cbr\u003esaying that I should like to know him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"All right,\" answered my friend, \"nothing easier. I know Vincey;\u003cbr\u003eI'll introduce you,\" and he did, and for some minutes we stood\u003cbr\u003echatting--about the Zulu people, I think, for I had just returned from\u003cbr\u003ethe Cape at the time. Presently, however, a stoutish lady, whose name\u003cbr\u003eI do not remember, came along the pavement, accompanied by a pretty\u003cbr\u003efair-haired girl, and these two Mr. Vincey, who clearly knew them well,\u003cbr\u003eat once joined, walking off in their company. I remember being rather\u003cbr\u003eamused because of the change in the expression of the elder man, whose\u003cbr\u003ename I discovered was Holly, when he saw the ladies advancing. He\u003cbr\u003esuddenly stopped short in his talk, cast a reproachful look at his\u003cbr\u003ecompanion, and, with an abrupt nod to myself, turned and marched off\u003cbr\u003ealone across the street. I heard afterwards that he was popularly\u003cbr\u003esupposed to be as much afraid of a woman as most people are of a mad\u003cbr\u003edog, which accounted for his precipitate retreat. I cannot say, however,\u003cbr\u003ethat young Vincey showed much aversion to feminine society on this\u003cbr\u003eoccasion. Indeed I remember laughing, and remarking to my friend at\u003cbr\u003ethe time that he was not the sort of man whom it would be desirable to\u003cbr\u003eintroduce to the lady one was going to marry, since it was exceedingly\u003cbr\u003eprobable that the acquaintance would end in a transfer of her\u003cbr\u003eaffections. He was altogether too good-looking, and, what is more,\u003cbr\u003ehe had none of that consciousness and conceit about him which usually\u003cbr\u003eafflicts handsome men, and makes them deservedly disliked by their\u003cbr\u003efellows.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat same evening my visit came to an end, and this was the last I saw\u003cbr\u003eor heard of \"Charon\" and \"the Greek god\" for many a long day. Indeed, I\u003cbr\u003ehave never seen either of them from that hour to this, and do not think\u003cbr\u003eit probable that I shall. But a month ago I received a letter and two\u003cbr\u003epackets, one of manuscript, and on opening the first found that it was\u003cbr\u003esigned by \"Horace Holly,\" a name that at the moment was not familiar to\u003cbr\u003eme. It ran as follows:--\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"---- College, Cambridge, May 1, 18--\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"My dear Sir,--You will be surprised, considering the very slight nature\u003cbr\u003eof our acquaintance, to get a letter from me. Indeed, I think I had\u003cbr\u003ebetter begin by reminding you that we once met, now some five years ago,\u003cbr\u003ewhen I and my ward Leo Vincey were introduced to you in the street at\u003cbr\u003eCambridge.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47145463447792,"sku":"2940012790880","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940012790880_p0.jpg?v=1763572653","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940012790880","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}