{"product_id":"2940013225053","title":"A Search For A Secret Volume I","description":"CONTENTS OF VOL. I.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER I. EARLY DAYS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER II. THE HARMERS OF HARMER PLACE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER III. \"L'HOMME PROPOSE, DIEU DISPOSE\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER IV. THE LAST OF THE HARMERS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER V. TESTAMENTARY INTENTIONS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER VI. THE BISHOP OF RAVENNA\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER VII. SOCIETY GRACIOUSLY CONDESCENDS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER VIII. INTRODUCED TO THE WORLD\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER IX. THE OLD STORY\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER X. SUNSHINE AND SHADOW\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER XI. LAYING A TRAIN\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER XII. THE EXPLOSION\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER XIII. A BAD BUSINESS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER XIV. MISSING!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER I.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEARLY DAYS.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere are towns over which time seems to exercise but little power, but\u003cbr\u003eto have passed them by forgotten, in his swift course. Everywhere else,\u003cbr\u003eat his touch, all is changed. Great cities rise upon the site of fishing\u003cbr\u003evillages; huge factories, with their smoky chimneys grow up and\u003cbr\u003emetamorphose quiet towns into busy hives of industry; while other\u003cbr\u003ecities, once prosperous and flourishing, sink into insignificance; and\u003cbr\u003ethe passer by, as he wanders through their deserted streets, wonders and\u003cbr\u003elaments over the ruin which has fallen upon them.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut the towns of which I am speaking--and of which there are but few now\u003cbr\u003eleft in England, and these, with hardly an exception, cathedral\u003cbr\u003etowns--seem to suffer no such change. They neither progress nor fall\u003cbr\u003eback. If left behind, they are not beaten in the race, for they have\u003cbr\u003enever entered upon it; but are content to rest under the shelter of\u003cbr\u003etheir tall spires and towers; to seek for no change and to meet with\u003cbr\u003enone; but to remain beloved, as no other towns are loved, by those who\u003cbr\u003ehave long known them--assimilating, as it were, the very natures of\u003cbr\u003ethose who dwell in them, to their own sober, neutral tints.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn these towns, a wanderer who has left them as a boy, returning as an\u003cbr\u003eold, old man, will see but little change--a house gone here, another\u003cbr\u003enearly similar built in its place; a greyer tint upon the stone; a tree\u003cbr\u003efallen in the old close; the ivy climbing a little higher upon the\u003cbr\u003ecrumbling wall;--these are all, or nearly all, the changes which he will\u003cbr\u003esee. The trains rush past, bearing their countless passengers, who so\u003cbr\u003erarely think of stopping there, that the rooks, as they hold their grave\u003cbr\u003econversations in their nests in the old elm-trees, cease to break off,\u003cbr\u003eeven for a moment, at the sound of the distant whistle. The very people\u003cbr\u003eseem, although this is but seeming, to have changed as little as the\u003cbr\u003eplace: the same names are over the shop doors--the boy who was at school\u003cbr\u003ehas taken his grand-sire's place, and stands at his door, looking down\u003cbr\u003ethe quiet street as the old man used to do before him; the dogs are\u003cbr\u003easleep in the sunny corners they formerly loved; and the same horses\u003cbr\u003eseem to be lazily drawing the carts, with familiar names upon them, into\u003cbr\u003ethe old market-place. The wanderer may almost fancy that he has awoke\u003cbr\u003efrom a long, troubled dream. It is true that if he enters the little\u003cbr\u003echurchyard, he will see, beneath the dark shadows of the yew-trees, more\u003cbr\u003egravestones than there were of old; but the names are so similar, that\u003cbr\u003eit is only upon reading them over, that he will find that it is true\u003cbr\u003eafter all, and that the friends and playfellows of his childhood, the\u003cbr\u003estrong, merry boys, and the fair girls with sunny ringlets, sleep\u003cbr\u003epeacefully there. But it is not full yet; and he may hope that, when his\u003cbr\u003etime shall come, there may be some quiet nook found, where, even as a\u003cbr\u003echild, he may have fancied that he would like some day to rest.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47082454089968,"sku":"2940013225053","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013225053_p0.jpg?v=1763578145","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013225053","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}