{"product_id":"2940013427204","title":"THE TWO VANREVELS","description":"Table of Contents\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     A Cat Can Do More than Look at A King\u003cbr\u003e     Surviving Evils of the Reign of Terror\u003cbr\u003e     The Rogue's Gallery of a Father Should be Exhibited to\u003cbr\u003e         a Daughter with Particular Care\u003cbr\u003e     \"But Spare Your Country's Flag\"\u003cbr\u003e     Nero not the Last Violinist of his Kind\u003cbr\u003e     The Ever Unpractical Feminine\u003cbr\u003e     The Comedian\u003cbr\u003e     A Tale of a Political Difference\u003cbr\u003e     The Rule of the Regent\u003cbr\u003e     Echoes of a Serenade\u003cbr\u003e     A Voice in a Garden\u003cbr\u003e     The Room in the Cupola\u003cbr\u003e     The Tocsin\u003cbr\u003e     The Firm of Gray and Vanrevel\u003cbr\u003e     When June Came\u003cbr\u003e     \"Those Endearing Young Charms\"\u003cbr\u003e     The Price of Silence\u003cbr\u003e     The Uniform\u003cbr\u003e     The Flag Goes Marching By\u003cbr\u003e     \"Good-by\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER I. A Cat Can Do More than Look at a King\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was long ago in the days when men sighed when they fell in love;\u003cbr\u003ewhen people danced by candle and lamp, and did dance, too, instead of\u003cbr\u003esolemnly gliding about; in that mellow time so long ago, when the young\u003cbr\u003ewere romantic and summer was roses and wine, old Carewe brought his\u003cbr\u003elovely daughter home from the convent to wreck the hearts of the youth\u003cbr\u003eof Rouen.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat was not a far journey; only an afternoon's drive through the woods\u003cbr\u003eand by the river, in an April, long ago; Miss Betty's harp carefully\u003cbr\u003estrapped behind the great lumbering carriage, her guitar on the front\u003cbr\u003eseat, half-buried under a mound of bouquets and oddly shaped little\u003cbr\u003ebundles, farewell gifts of her comrades and the good Sisters. In her\u003cbr\u003eleft hand she clutched a small lace handkerchief, with which she now\u003cbr\u003eand then touched her eyes, brimmed with the parting from Sister Cecilia,\u003cbr\u003eSister Mary Bazilede, the old stone steps and all the girls: but for\u003cbr\u003eevery time that she lifted the dainty kerchief to brush away the edge of\u003cbr\u003ea tear, she took a deep breath of the Western woodland air and smiled at\u003cbr\u003eleast twice; for the years of strict inclosure within St. Mary's\u003cbr\u003ewalls and still gardens were finished and done with, and at last the\u003cbr\u003emany-colored world flashed and danced in a mystery before her. This\u003cbr\u003emystery was brilliant to the convent-girl because it contained men; she\u003cbr\u003ewas eager to behold it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThey rumbled into town after sunset, in the fair twilight, the dogs\u003cbr\u003ebarking before them, and everyone would have been surprised to know that\u003cbr\u003eTom Vanrevel, instead of Mr. Crailey Gray, was the first to see her.\u003cbr\u003eBy the merest accident, Tom was strolling near the Carewe place at the\u003cbr\u003etime; and when the carriage swung into the gates, with rattle and clink\u003cbr\u003eand clouds of dust at the finish, it was not too soon lost behind the\u003cbr\u003eshrubbery and trees for Tom to catch something more than a glimpse of a\u003cbr\u003egray skirt behind a mound of flowers, and of a charming face with\u003cbr\u003eparted lips and dark eyes beneath the scuttle of an enormous bonnet.\u003cbr\u003eIt happened--perhaps it is more accurate to say that Tom thought it\u003cbr\u003ehappened--that she was just clearing away her veil when he turned to\u003cbr\u003elook. She blushed suddenly, so much was not to be mistaken; and the eyes\u003cbr\u003ethat met his were remarkable for other reasons than the sheer loveliness\u003cbr\u003eof them, in that, even in the one flash of them he caught, they meant\u003cbr\u003eso many things at one time. They were sparkling, yet mournful; and they\u003cbr\u003ewere wistful, although undeniably lively with the gayest comprehension\u003cbr\u003eof the recipient of their glance, seeming to say, \"Oh, it's you, young\u003cbr\u003eman, is it!\" And they were shy and mysterious with youth, full of that\u003cbr\u003ewonder at the world which has the appearance, sometimes, of wisdom\u003cbr\u003egathered in the unknown out of which we came. But, above all, these eyes\u003cbr\u003ewere fully conscious of Tom Vanrevel.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWithout realizing what he did, Mr. Vanrevel stopped short. He had been\u003cbr\u003eswinging a walkingstick, which, describing a brief arc, remained poised\u003cbr\u003ehalf-way in its descent. There was only that one glance between them;\u003cbr\u003eand the carriage disappeared, leaving a scent of spring flowers in the\u003cbr\u003eair.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47145639444720,"sku":"2940013427204","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013427204_p0.jpg?v=1763580802","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013427204","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}