{"product_id":"2940013517318","title":"THE LOST PRINCE","description":"CONTENTS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  I         THE NEW LODGERS AT NO. 7 PHILIBERT PLACE\u003cbr\u003e  II        A YOUNG CITIZEN OF THE WORLD\u003cbr\u003e  III       THE LEGEND OF THE LOST PRINCE\u003cbr\u003e  IV        THE RAT\u003cbr\u003e  V         \"SILENCE IS STILL THE ORDER\"\u003cbr\u003e  VI        THE DRILL AND THE SECRET PARTY\u003cbr\u003e  VII       \"THE LAMP IS LIGHTED!\"\u003cbr\u003e  VIII      AN EXCITING GAME\u003cbr\u003e  IX        \"IT IS NOT A GAME\"\u003cbr\u003e  X         THE RAT--AND SAMAVIA\u003cbr\u003e  XI        \"COME WITH ME\"\u003cbr\u003e  XII       \"ONLY TWO BOYS\"\u003cbr\u003e  XIII      LORISTAN ATTENDS A DRILL OF THE SQUAD\u003cbr\u003e  XIV       MARCO DOES NOT ANSWER\u003cbr\u003e  XV        A SOUND IN A DREAM\u003cbr\u003e  XVI       THE RAT TO THE RESCUE\u003cbr\u003e  XVII      \"IT IS A VERY BAD SIGN\"\u003cbr\u003e  XVIII     \"CITIES AND FACES\"\u003cbr\u003e  XIX       \"THAT IS ONE!\"\u003cbr\u003e  XX        MARCO GOES TO THE OPERA\u003cbr\u003e  XXI       \"HELP!\"\u003cbr\u003e  XXII      THE NIGHT VIGIL\u003cbr\u003e  XXIII     THE SILVER HORN\u003cbr\u003e  XXIV      \"HOW SHALL WE FIND HIM?\"\u003cbr\u003e  XXV       A VOICE IN THE NIGHT\u003cbr\u003e  XXVI      ACROSS THE FRONTIER\u003cbr\u003e  XXVII     \"IT IS THE LOST PRINCE! IT IS IVOR!\"\u003cbr\u003e  XXVIII    \"EXTRA! EXTRA! EXTRA!\"\u003cbr\u003e  XXIX      'TWIXT NIGHT AND MORNING\u003cbr\u003e  XXX       THE GAME IS AT AN END\u003cbr\u003e  XXXI      \"THE SON OF STEFAN LORISTAN\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE LOST PRINCE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE NEW LODGERS AT NO. 7 PHILIBERT PLACE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere are many dreary and dingy rows of ugly houses in certain parts of\u003cbr\u003eLondon, but there certainly could not be any row more ugly or dingier\u003cbr\u003ethan Philibert Place. There were stories that it had once been more\u003cbr\u003eattractive, but that had been so long ago that no one remembered the\u003cbr\u003etime. It stood back in its gloomy, narrow strips of uncared-for, smoky\u003cbr\u003egardens, whose broken iron railings were supposed to protect it from the\u003cbr\u003esurging traffic of a road which was always roaring with the rattle of\u003cbr\u003ebusses, cabs, drays, and vans, and the passing of people who were\u003cbr\u003eshabbily dressed and looked as if they were either going to hard work or\u003cbr\u003ecoming from it, or hurrying to see if they could find some of it to do\u003cbr\u003eto keep themselves from going hungry. The brick fronts of the houses\u003cbr\u003ewere blackened with smoke, their windows were nearly all dirty and hung\u003cbr\u003ewith dingy curtains, or had no curtains at all; the strips of ground,\u003cbr\u003ewhich had once been intended to grow flowers in, had been trodden down\u003cbr\u003einto bare earth in which even weeds had forgotten to grow. One of them\u003cbr\u003ewas used as a stone-cutter's yard, and cheap monuments, crosses, and\u003cbr\u003eslates were set out for sale, bearing inscriptions beginning with\u003cbr\u003e\"Sacred to the Memory of.\" Another had piles of old lumber in it,\u003cbr\u003eanother exhibited second-hand furniture, chairs with unsteady legs,\u003cbr\u003esofas with horsehair stuffing bulging out of holes in their covering,\u003cbr\u003emirrors with blotches or cracks in them. The insides of the houses were\u003cbr\u003eas gloomy as the outside. They were all exactly alike. In each a dark\u003cbr\u003eentrance passage led to narrow stairs going up to bedrooms, and to\u003cbr\u003enarrow steps going down to a basement kitchen. The back bedroom looked\u003cbr\u003eout on small, sooty, flagged yards, where thin cats quarreled, or sat on\u003cbr\u003ethe coping of the brick walls hoping that sometime they might feel the\u003cbr\u003esun; the front rooms looked over the noisy road, and through their\u003cbr\u003ewindows came the roar and rattle of it. It was shabby and cheerless on\u003cbr\u003ethe brightest days, and on foggy or rainy ones it was the most forlorn\u003cbr\u003eplace in London.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt least that was what one boy thought as he stood near the iron\u003cbr\u003erailings watching the passers-by on the morning on which this story\u003cbr\u003ebegins, which was also the morning after he had been brought by his\u003cbr\u003efather to live as a lodger in the back sitting-room of the house No. 7.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47152579641584,"sku":"2940013517318","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013517318_p0.jpg?v=1763582458","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013517318","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}