{"product_id":"2940013418028","title":"THE FOUR HORSEMEN OF THE APOCALYPSE","description":"CONTENTS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePART I\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI.   THE TRYST--IN THE GARDEN OF THE EXPIATORY CHAPEL\u003cbr\u003eII.  MADARIAGA, THE CENTAUR\u003cbr\u003eIII. THE DESNOYERS FAMILY\u003cbr\u003eIV.  THE COUSIN FROM BERLIN\u003cbr\u003eV.   IN WHICH APPEAR THE FOUR HORSEMEN\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePART II\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI.   WHAT DON MARCELO ENVIED\u003cbr\u003eII.  NEW LIFE\u003cbr\u003eIII. THE RETREAT\u003cbr\u003eIV.  NEAR THE SACRED GROTTO\u003cbr\u003eV.   THE INVASION\u003cbr\u003eVI.  THE BANNER OF THE RED CROSS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePART III\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI.   AFTER THE MARNE\u003cbr\u003eII.  IN THE STUDIO\u003cbr\u003eIV.  \"NO ONE WILL KILL HIM\"\u003cbr\u003eV.   THE BURIAL FIELDS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePART I\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER I\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE TRYST\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e(In the Garden of the Chapelle Expiatoire)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThey were to have met in the garden of the Chapelle Expiatoire at five\u003cbr\u003eo'clock in the afternoon, but Julio Desnoyers with the impatience of a\u003cbr\u003elover who hopes to advance the moment of meeting by presenting himself\u003cbr\u003ebefore the appointed time, arrived an half hour earlier. The change of\u003cbr\u003ethe seasons was at this time greatly confused in his mind, and evidently\u003cbr\u003edemanded some readjustment.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFive months had passed since their last interview in this square had\u003cbr\u003eafforded the wandering lovers the refuge of a damp, depressing calmness\u003cbr\u003enear a boulevard of continual movement close to a great railroad\u003cbr\u003estation. The hour of the appointment was always five and Julio was\u003cbr\u003eaccustomed to see his beloved approaching by the reflection of the\u003cbr\u003erecently lit street lamps, her figure enveloped in furs, and holding\u003cbr\u003eher muff before her face as if it were a half-mask. Her sweet voice,\u003cbr\u003egreeting him, had breathed forth a cloud of vapor, white and tenuous,\u003cbr\u003econgealed by the cold. After various hesitating interviews, they had\u003cbr\u003eabandoned the garden. Their love had acquired the majestic importance of\u003cbr\u003eacknowledged fact, and from five to seven had taken refuge in the fifth\u003cbr\u003efloor of the rue de la Pompe where Julio had an artist's studio. The\u003cbr\u003ecurtains well drawn over the double glass windows, the cosy hearth-fire\u003cbr\u003esending forth its ruddy flame as the only light of the room, the\u003cbr\u003emonotonous song of the samovar bubbling near the cups of tea--all\u003cbr\u003ethe seclusion of life isolated by an idolizing love--had dulled their\u003cbr\u003eperceptions to the fact that the afternoons were growing longer, that\u003cbr\u003eoutside the sun was shining later and later into the pearl-covered\u003cbr\u003edepths of the clouds, and that a timid and pallid Spring was beginning\u003cbr\u003eto show its green finger tips in the buds of the branches suffering the\u003cbr\u003elast nips of Winter--that wild, black boar who so often turned on his\u003cbr\u003etracks.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen Julio had made his trip to Buenos Aires, encountering in the other\u003cbr\u003ehemisphere the last smile of Autumn and the first icy winds from the\u003cbr\u003epampas. And just as his mind was becoming reconciled to the fact that\u003cbr\u003efor him Winter was an eternal season--since it always came to meet\u003cbr\u003ehim in his change of domicile from one extreme of the planet to the\u003cbr\u003eother--lo, Summer was unexpectedly confronting him in this dreary\u003cbr\u003egarden!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA swarm of children was racing and screaming through the short avenues\u003cbr\u003earound the monument. On entering the place, the first thing that Julio\u003cbr\u003eencountered was a hoop which came rolling toward his legs, trundled by\u003cbr\u003ea childish hand. Then he stumbled over a ball. Around the chestnut\u003cbr\u003etrees was gathering the usual warm-weather crowd, seeking the blue shade\u003cbr\u003eperforated with points of light. Many nurse-maids from the neighboring\u003cbr\u003ehouses were working and chattering here, following with indifferent\u003cbr\u003eglances the rough games of the children confided to their care. Near\u003cbr\u003ethem were the men who had brought their papers down into the garden\u003cbr\u003eunder the impression that they could read them in the midst of peaceful\u003cbr\u003egroves. All of the benches were full. A few women were occupying camp\u003cbr\u003estools with that feeling of superiority which ownership always confers.\u003cbr\u003eThe iron chairs, \"pay-seats,\" were serving as resting places for\u003cbr\u003evarious suburban dames, loaded down with packages, who were waiting for\u003cbr\u003estraggling members of their families in order to take the train in the\u003cbr\u003eGare Saint Lazare. . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd Julio, in his special delivery letter, had proposed meeting in this\u003cbr\u003eplace, supposing that it would be as little frequented as in former\u003cbr\u003etimes. She, too, with the same thoughtlessness, had in her reply, set\u003cbr\u003ethe usual hour of five o'clock, believing that after passing a few\u003cbr\u003eminutes in the Printemps or the Galeries on the pretext of shopping, she\u003cbr\u003ewould be able to slip over to the unfrequented garden without risk of\u003cbr\u003ebeing seen by any of her numerous acquaintances.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47180296487152,"sku":"2940013418028","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013418028_p0.jpg?v=1763581239","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013418028","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}