{"product_id":"2940013653054","title":"The Kingdom Round the Corner","description":"CONTENTS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER I\u003cbr\u003e                                                            PAGE\u003cbr\u003eAN ALTERED WORLD                                              7\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER II\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRETRIEVERS OF YOUTH                                          54\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER III\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eALL SORTS OF KINGDOMS                                        94\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER IV\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE COMPLICATIONS OF MAISIE                                 134\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER V\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE AIR OF CONQUEST                                         172\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER VI\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTRAMPLED ROSES                                              217\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER VII\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSOME PEOPLE FIND THEIR KINGDOMS                             262\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER VIII\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eROUND THE CORNER                                            311\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Illustrations by\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eW.D. Stevens\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I'M SORRY,\" TABS APOLOGIZED. \"I DIDN'T MEAN ANYTHING\u003cbr\u003eUNKIND.\" (Page 33)                                 _Frontispiece_\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e                                                     FACING PAGE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTABS EXTENDED HIS HAND. BRAITHWAITE MADE NO MOTION\u003cbr\u003eTO TAKE IT.                                                 130\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"MRS. LOCKWOOD, WHY CAN'T YOU LET ADAIR ALONE?\"             172\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I WAS AFRAID YOU HAD LEFT\"                                 324\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e_The_ Kingdom Round the Corner\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER THE FIRST\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAN ALTERED WORLD\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was on a blustering March morning in 1919 that Tabs regained his\u003cbr\u003efreedom. His last five months had been spent among doctors, having\u003cbr\u003esundry bullets extracted from his legs. He walked with a limp which was\u003cbr\u003enot too perceptible unless he grew tired. His emotions were similar to\u003cbr\u003ethose of a man newly released from gaol: he felt dazed, vaguely happy\u003cbr\u003eand a little lost. He felt dazed because he hadn't remembered that the\u003cbr\u003eworld was so wide and so complicated. He felt lost because he was\u003cbr\u003ediscovering that this wasn't the same old world that he had left in\u003cbr\u003e1914. It hadn't paid him the compliment of marking time during his\u003cbr\u003eabsence; it had marched impolitely forward. He would have to hurry to\u003cbr\u003eovertake it. What made him feel most lost at the moment was the fact\u003cbr\u003ethat he had only just realized how his bravest years had been escaping.\u003cbr\u003eThe reason for this realization was Terry. He had been accustomed to\u003cbr\u003ethink of himself as in the first flush of manhood, with all life's\u003cbr\u003econquests still lying ahead; it was therefore a little disconcerting to\u003cbr\u003ebe told, as a matter of course, that he had only four more years to go\u003cbr\u003etill he was forty. \"I'll be there at the station to meet you,\" Terry had\u003cbr\u003ewritten him. And then, she had added laughingly, \"Father orders me to\u003cbr\u003esay that he only gives his permission because you're such an old friend\u003cbr\u003eand nearly middle-aged.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMiddle-aged! He, Tabs, middle-aged! The thought was appalling. It was a\u003cbr\u003eslander so almost true as to be incapable of disproving. He had to-day,\u003cbr\u003eto-morrow, and the next day; after that people would have the right to\u003cbr\u003esay of him that he was middle-aged. That was the real sacrifice that he\u003cbr\u003ehad made in the war--he had given to it the last of his youth. And he\u003cbr\u003ehad not been aware of this until he had received that letter.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNow that he was aware of it, he rebelled against the sacrifice. He\u003cbr\u003erefused to be robbed. He would not allow himself to become middle-aged.\u003cbr\u003eWhy, he hadn't begun to live yet. He'd only been experimenting up to the\u003cbr\u003epoint when the war had started. He'd been thirty-one then, a man full of\u003cbr\u003epromise, and now he was dubbed middle-aged. He remembered with\u003cbr\u003eindignation the theory that men of forty ought to be chloroformed to\u003cbr\u003emake room for the younger generation. \"But, hang it, one's years have\u003cbr\u003enothing to do with it,\" he protested; \"in my spirit I belong to the\u003cbr\u003eyounger generation.\" So, to the rumbling accompaniment of the train, he\u003cbr\u003eargued his claims passionately. Had he formed them into a petition he\u003cbr\u003ewould have prayed, \"God, make me young again.\" It would have been\u003cbr\u003ebecause of Terry that he would have prayed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd yet he was happy--vaguely happy, as any man must be to whom the\u003cbr\u003eright to live has been restored. For the past half decade his horizon,\u003cbr\u003eand that of all the men with whom he had intimately associated, had been\u003cbr\u003edwarfed by the thought of dying. Throughout that period he had dared to\u003cbr\u003ehope for nothing personal; he had belonged body and soul to unseen\u003cbr\u003eforces which had hurried him without explanation from one hell to\u003cbr\u003eanother. He had had to subdue his pride to their authority and to train\u003cbr\u003ehis courage to contemplate the shock of annihilation. Now, at the end of\u003cbr\u003ealmost five years, the will and the body which had been so ruthlessly\u003cbr\u003esnatched from him, had been as ruthlessly flung back into his own\u003cbr\u003ekeeping.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47152653828336,"sku":"2940013653054","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013653054_p0.jpg?v=1763583512","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013653054","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}