{"product_id":"2940013374652","title":"Monday or Tuesday","description":"CONTENTS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e                            PAGE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA HAUNTED HOUSE              3\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA SOCIETY                    9\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMONDAY OR TUESDAY           41\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAN UNWRITTEN NOVEL          45\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE STRING QUARTET          71\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBLUE AND GREEN              81\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKEW GARDENS                 83\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE MARK ON THE WALL        99\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMONDAY OR TUESDAY\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA HAUNTED HOUSE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhatever hour you woke there was a door shutting. From room to room they\u003cbr\u003ewent, hand in hand, lifting here, opening there, making sure--a ghostly\u003cbr\u003ecouple.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Here we left it,\" she said. And he added, \"Oh, but here too!\" \"It's\u003cbr\u003eupstairs,\" she murmured. \"And in the garden,\" he whispered. \"Quietly,\"\u003cbr\u003ethey said, \"or we shall wake them.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut it wasn't that you woke us. Oh, no. \"They're looking for it; they're\u003cbr\u003edrawing the curtain,\" one might say, and so read on a page or two. \"Now\u003cbr\u003ethey've found it,\" one would be certain, stopping the pencil on the\u003cbr\u003emargin. And then, tired of reading, one might rise and see for oneself,\u003cbr\u003ethe house all empty, the doors standing open, only the wood pigeons\u003cbr\u003ebubbling with content and the hum of the threshing machine sounding from\u003cbr\u003ethe farm. \"What did I come in here for? What did I want to find?\" My\u003cbr\u003ehands were empty. \"Perhaps it's upstairs then?\" The apples were in the\u003cbr\u003eloft. And so down again, the garden still as ever, only the book had\u003cbr\u003eslipped into the grass.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut they had found it in the drawing room. Not that one could ever see\u003cbr\u003ethem. The window panes reflected apples, reflected roses; all the leaves\u003cbr\u003ewere green in the glass. If they moved in the drawing room, the apple\u003cbr\u003eonly turned its yellow side. Yet, the moment after, if the door was\u003cbr\u003eopened, spread about the floor, hung upon the walls, pendant from the\u003cbr\u003eceiling--what? My hands were empty. The shadow of a thrush crossed the\u003cbr\u003ecarpet; from the deepest wells of silence the wood pigeon drew its\u003cbr\u003ebubble of sound. \"Safe, safe, safe,\" the pulse of the house beat softly.\u003cbr\u003e\"The treasure buried; the room ...\" the pulse stopped short. Oh, was\u003cbr\u003ethat the buried treasure?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA moment later the light had faded. Out in the garden then? But the\u003cbr\u003etrees spun darkness for a wandering beam of sun. So fine, so rare,\u003cbr\u003ecoolly sunk beneath the surface the beam I sought always burnt behind\u003cbr\u003ethe glass. Death was the glass; death was between us; coming to the\u003cbr\u003ewoman first, hundreds of years ago, leaving the house, sealing all the\u003cbr\u003ewindows; the rooms were darkened. He left it, left her, went North, went\u003cbr\u003eEast, saw the stars turned in the Southern sky; sought the house, found\u003cbr\u003eit dropped beneath the Downs. \"Safe, safe, safe,\" the pulse of the house\u003cbr\u003ebeat gladly. \"The Treasure yours.\"","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47145630499056,"sku":"2940013374652","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013374652_p0.jpg?v=1763579996","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013374652","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}