{"product_id":"2940013374546","title":"Jacob's Room","description":"CHAPTER ONE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"So of course,\" wrote Betty Flanders, pressing her heels rather deeper\u003cbr\u003ein the sand, \"there was nothing for it but to leave.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSlowly welling from the point of her gold nib, pale blue ink dissolved\u003cbr\u003ethe full stop; for there her pen stuck; her eyes fixed, and tears slowly\u003cbr\u003efilled them. The entire bay quivered; the lighthouse wobbled; and she\u003cbr\u003ehad the illusion that the mast of Mr. Connor's little yacht was bending\u003cbr\u003elike a wax candle in the sun. She winked quickly. Accidents were awful\u003cbr\u003ethings. She winked again. The mast was straight; the waves were regular;\u003cbr\u003ethe lighthouse was upright; but the blot had spread.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"... nothing for it but to leave,\" she read.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Well, if Jacob doesn't want to play\" (the shadow of Archer, her eldest\u003cbr\u003eson, fell across the notepaper and looked blue on the sand, and she felt\u003cbr\u003echilly--it was the third of September already), \"if Jacob doesn't want\u003cbr\u003eto play\"--what a horrid blot! It must be getting late.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Where IS that tiresome little boy?\" she said. \"I don't see him. Run and\u003cbr\u003efind him. Tell him to come at once.\" \"... but mercifully,\" she\u003cbr\u003escribbled, ignoring the full stop, \"everything seems satisfactorily\u003cbr\u003earranged, packed though we are like herrings in a barrel, and forced to\u003cbr\u003estand the perambulator which the landlady quite naturally won't\u003cbr\u003eallow....\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSuch were Betty Flanders's letters to Captain Barfoot--many-paged,\u003cbr\u003etear-stained. Scarborough is seven hundred miles from Cornwall: Captain\u003cbr\u003eBarfoot is in Scarborough: Seabrook is dead. Tears made all the dahlias\u003cbr\u003ein her garden undulate in red waves and flashed the glass house in her\u003cbr\u003eeyes, and spangled the kitchen with bright knives, and made Mrs. Jarvis,\u003cbr\u003ethe rector's wife, think at church, while the hymn-tune played and Mrs.\u003cbr\u003eFlanders bent low over her little boys' heads, that marriage is a\u003cbr\u003efortress and widows stray solitary in the open fields, picking up\u003cbr\u003estones, gleaning a few golden straws, lonely, unprotected, poor\u003cbr\u003ecreatures. Mrs. Flanders had been a widow for these two years.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47145630236912,"sku":"2940013374546","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013374546_p0.jpg?v=1763580443","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013374546","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}