{"product_id":"2940013335806","title":"THE HEART OF RACHAEL VOLUME VI","description":"CHAPTER I\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe day had opened so brightly, in such a welcome wave of April\u003cbr\u003esunshine, that by mid-afternoon there were two hundred players\u003cbr\u003escattered over the links of the Long Island Country Club at\u003cbr\u003eBelvedere Bay; the men in thick plaid stockings and loose striped\u003cbr\u003esweaters, the women's scarlet coats and white skirts making\u003cbr\u003esplashes of vivid color against the fresh green of grass and the\u003cbr\u003ethick powdering of dandelions. It was Saturday, and a half-\u003cbr\u003eholiday; it was that one day of all the year when the seasons\u003cbr\u003echange places, when winter is visibly worsted, and summer, with\u003cbr\u003ewarmth and relaxation, bathing and tennis and motor trips in the\u003cbr\u003emoonlight, becomes again a reality.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere was a real warmth in the sunshine to-day, there was a\u003cbr\u003efragrance of lilac and early roses in the idle breezes. \"Hot!\"\u003cbr\u003eshouted the players exultantly, as they passed each other in the\u003cbr\u003egreen valleys and over the sunny mounds. \"You bet it's hot!\"\u003cbr\u003eagreed stout and glowing gentlemen, wiping wet foreheads before\u003cbr\u003ereaching for a particular club, and panting as they gazed about at\u003cbr\u003ethe unbroken turf, melting a few miles away into the new green of\u003cbr\u003emaple and elm trees, and topped, where the slope rose, by the\u003cbr\u003ewhite columns and brick walls of the clubhouse.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMotor cars swept incessantly back and forth on the smooth roadway;\u003cbr\u003ea few riders, their horses wheeling and dancing, went down the\u003cbr\u003ebridle path, and there was a sprinkling of young men and women and\u003cbr\u003esome shouting and clapping on the tennis-courts. But golf was the\u003cbr\u003eorder of the day. At the first tee at least two scores of\u003cbr\u003eimpatient players waited their turn to drive off, and at the last\u003cbr\u003egreen a group of twenty or thirty men and women, mostly women,\u003cbr\u003ewere interestedly watching the putting.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMrs. Archibald Buckney, a large, generously made woman of perhaps\u003cbr\u003efifty, who stood a little apart from the group, with two young\u003cbr\u003ewomen and a mild-looking blond young man, suddenly interrupted a\u003cbr\u003egeneral discussion of scores and play with a personality.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47147471241456,"sku":"2940013335806","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013335806_p0.jpg?v=1763579931","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013335806","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}