{"product_id":"2940013521964","title":"KILMENY OF THE ORCHARD","description":"CONTENTS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     I. The Thoughts of Youth\u003cbr\u003e    II. A Letter of Destiny\u003cbr\u003e   III. The Master of Lindsay School\u003cbr\u003e    IV. A Tea Table Conversation\u003cbr\u003e     V. A Phantom of Delight\u003cbr\u003e    VI. The Story of Kilmeny\u003cbr\u003e   VII. A Rose of Womanhood\u003cbr\u003e  VIII. At the Gate of Eden\u003cbr\u003e    IX. The Straight Simplicity of Eve\u003cbr\u003e     X. A Troubling of the Waters\u003cbr\u003e    XI. A Lover and His Lass\u003cbr\u003e   XII. A Prisoner of Love\u003cbr\u003e  XIII. A Sweeter Woman Ne'er Drew Breath\u003cbr\u003e   XIV. In Her Selfless Mood\u003cbr\u003e    XV. An Old, Unhappy, Far-off Thing\u003cbr\u003e   XVI. David Baker's Opinion\u003cbr\u003e  XVII. A Broken Fetter\u003cbr\u003e XVIII. Neil Gordon Solves His Own Problem\u003cbr\u003e   XIX. Victor from Vanquished Issues\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKILMENY OF THE ORCHARD\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER I. THE THOUGHTS OF YOUTH\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe sunshine of a day in early spring, honey pale and honey\u003cbr\u003esweet, was showering over the red brick buildings of Queenslea\u003cbr\u003eCollege and the grounds about them, throwing through the bare,\u003cbr\u003ebudding maples and elms, delicate, evasive etchings of gold and\u003cbr\u003ebrown on the paths, and coaxing into life the daffodils that were\u003cbr\u003epeering greenly and perkily up under the windows of the co-eds'\u003cbr\u003edressing-room.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA young April wind, as fresh and sweet as if it had been blowing\u003cbr\u003eover the fields of memory instead of through dingy streets, was\u003cbr\u003epurring in the tree-tops and whipping the loose tendrils of the\u003cbr\u003eivy network which covered the front of the main building.  It was\u003cbr\u003ea wind that sang of many things, but what it sang to each\u003cbr\u003elistener was only what was in that listener's heart.  To the\u003cbr\u003ecollege students who had just been capped and diplomad by \"Old\u003cbr\u003eCharlie,\" the grave president of Queenslea, in the presence of an\u003cbr\u003eadmiring throng of parents and sisters, sweethearts and friends,\u003cbr\u003eit sang, perchance, of glad hope and shining success and high\u003cbr\u003eachievement.  It sang of the dreams of youth that may never be\u003cbr\u003equite fulfilled, but are well worth the dreaming for all that.\u003cbr\u003eGod help the man who has never known such dreams--who, as he\u003cbr\u003eleaves his alma mater, is not already rich in aerial castles, the\u003cbr\u003eproprietor of many a spacious estate in Spain.  He has missed his\u003cbr\u003ebirthright.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe crowd streamed out of the entrance hall and scattered over\u003cbr\u003ethe campus, fraying off into the many streets beyond. Eric\u003cbr\u003eMarshall and David Baker walked away together.  The former had\u003cbr\u003egraduated in Arts that day at the head of his class; the latter\u003cbr\u003ehad come to see the graduation, nearly bursting with pride in\u003cbr\u003eEric's success.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBetween these two was an old and tried and enduring friendship,\u003cbr\u003ealthough David was ten years older than Eric, as the mere tale of\u003cbr\u003eyears goes, and a hundred years older in knowledge of the\u003cbr\u003estruggles and difficulties of life which age a man far more\u003cbr\u003equickly and effectually than the passing of time.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePhysically the two men bore no resemblance to one another,\u003cbr\u003ealthough they were second cousins.  Eric Marshall, tall,\u003cbr\u003ebroad-shouldered, sinewy, walking with a free, easy stride, which\u003cbr\u003ewas somehow suggestive of reserve strength and power, was one of\u003cbr\u003ethose men regarding whom less-favoured mortals are tempted\u003cbr\u003eseriously to wonder why all the gifts of fortune should be\u003cbr\u003eshowered on one individual.  He was not only clever and good to\u003cbr\u003elook upon, but he possessed that indefinable charm of personality\u003cbr\u003ewhich is quite independent of physical beauty or mental ability.\u003cbr\u003eHe had steady, grayish-blue eyes, dark chestnut hair with a glint\u003cbr\u003eof gold in its waves when the sunlight struck it, and a chin that\u003cbr\u003egave the world assurance of a chin.  He was a rich man's son,\u003cbr\u003ewith a clean young manhood behind him and splendid prospects\u003cbr\u003ebefore him.  He was considered a practical sort of fellow,\u003cbr\u003eutterly guiltless of romantic dreams and visions of any sort.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47079642235120,"sku":"2940013521964","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013521964_p0.jpg?v=1763581919","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013521964","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}