{"product_id":"2940013295933","title":"DEEP DOWN","description":"CHAPTER ONE.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBEGINS THE STORY WITH A PECULIAR MEETING.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNecessity is the mother of invention.  This is undoubtedly true, but it\u003cbr\u003eis equally true that invention is not the only member of necessity's\u003cbr\u003elarge family.  Change of scene and circumstance are also among her\u003cbr\u003echildren.  It was necessity that gave birth to the resolve to travel to\u003cbr\u003ethe end of the earth--of English earth at all events--in search of\u003cbr\u003efortune, which swelled the bosom of yonder tall, well-favoured youth,\u003cbr\u003ewho, seated uncomfortably on the top of that clumsy public conveyance,\u003cbr\u003edrives up Market-Jew Street in the ancient town of Penzance.  Yes,\u003cbr\u003enecessity--stern necessity, as she is sometimes called--drove that youth\u003cbr\u003einto Cornwall, and thus was the originating cause of that wonderful\u003cbr\u003eseries of events which ultimately led to his attaining--but hold!  Let\u003cbr\u003eus begin at the beginning.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was a beautiful morning in June, in that period of the world's\u003cbr\u003ehistory which is ambiguously styled \"Once-upon-a-time,\" when the\u003cbr\u003e\"Kittereen\"--the clumsy vehicle above referred to--rumbled up to the\u003cbr\u003eStar Inn and stopped there.  The tall, well-favoured youth leapt at once\u003cbr\u003eto the ground, and entered the inn with the air of a man who owned at\u003cbr\u003eleast the half of the county, although his much-worn grey shooting\u003cbr\u003ecostume and single unpretentious portmanteau did not indicate either\u003cbr\u003eunusual wealth or exalted station.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn an off-hand hearty way, he announced to landlord, waiters,\u003cbr\u003echambermaids, and hangers-on, to all, indeed, who might choose to\u003cbr\u003elisten, that the weather was glorious, that coaches of all kinds,\u003cbr\u003eespecially Kittereens, were detestable machines of torture, and that he\u003cbr\u003emeant to perform the remainder of his journey on foot.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe inquired the way to the town of St. Just, ordered his luggage to be\u003cbr\u003eforwarded by coach or cart, and, with nothing but a stout oaken cudgel\u003cbr\u003eto encumber him, set out on his walk of about seven miles, with the\u003cbr\u003edetermination of compensating himself for previous hours of forced\u003cbr\u003einaction and constraint by ignoring roads and crossing the country like\u003cbr\u003ean Irish fox-hunter.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eActing on the presumptuous belief that he could find his way to any part\u003cbr\u003eof the world with the smallest amount of direction, he naturally missed\u003cbr\u003ethe right road at the outset, and instead of taking the road to St.\u003cbr\u003eJust, pursued that which leads to the Land's End.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe youth, as we have observed, was well-favoured.  Tall,\u003cbr\u003ebroad-shouldered, deep-chested, and athletic, with an active step, erect\u003cbr\u003egait, and clear laughing eye, he was one whom a recruiting-sergeant in\u003cbr\u003ethe Guards would have looked upon with a covetous sigh.  Smooth fair\u003cbr\u003echeeks and chin told that boyhood was scarce out of sight behind, and an\u003cbr\u003eundeniable _some thing_ on the upper lip declared that manhood was not\u003cbr\u003efar in advance.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLike most people in what may be termed an uncertain stage of existence,\u003cbr\u003eour hero exhibited a variety of apparent contradictions.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47180368740592,"sku":"2940013295933","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013295933_p0.jpg?v=1763579057","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013295933","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}