{"product_id":"2940013668980","title":"Rogue Herries","description":"A little boy, David Scott Herries, lay in a huge canopied bed, half\u003cbr\u003eawake and half asleep.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe must be half awake because he knew where he was--he was in the\u003cbr\u003ebedroom of the inn with his sisters, Mary and Deborah; they were in\u003cbr\u003ethe bed with him, half clothed like himself, fast sleeping.  Mary's\u003cbr\u003eplump naked arm lay against his cheek, and Deborah's body was\u003cbr\u003ecurled into the hollow of his back and her legs were all confused\u003cbr\u003ewith his own.  He liked that because he loved, nay, worshipped, his\u003cbr\u003esister Deborah.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe knew also that he was awake because, lying looking up, he could\u003cbr\u003esee the canopy that ran round the top of the bed.  It was a dull\u003cbr\u003efaded green with a gold thread in it.  He could see the room too,\u003cbr\u003every large, with rough mottled white walls and a big open stone\u003cbr\u003efireplace; there was a roaring, leaping fire--the only light in the\u003cbr\u003eroom--and he could see very clearly the big, shining brass fire-\u003cbr\u003edogs with grinning mouths like dragons and stout curly tails.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe knew, too, that he was awake, because he could see Alice Press\u003cbr\u003esitting there, her clothes gathered up to her knees, warming her\u003cbr\u003elegs.  He did not like Alice Press, but she always fascinated him,\u003cbr\u003eand he wondered now of what she was thinking, so motionless, her\u003cbr\u003ehead with its red hair pushed forward, her naked neck above her\u003cbr\u003esilver brocade.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe knew that he was awake, because he could hear the sounds of the\u003cbr\u003einn, voices calling, doors banging in the wind, steps on the stair,\u003cbr\u003eand even the snap-snap of horses' hoofs on the cobbles of the yard.\u003cbr\u003eHe could hear the wind too, rushing up to the windows and shaking\u003cbr\u003ethe panes and tearing away again, and then he shivered, pleasantly,\u003cbr\u003eluxuriously, because it was so warm and safe where he was and so\u003cbr\u003ecold and dangerous outside.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen he shivered again because he remembered that he, with the\u003cbr\u003eothers, must soon plunge out again into that same wind and mud and\u003cbr\u003edanger.","brand":"WDS Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47070190862576,"sku":"2940013668980","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013668980_p0.jpg?v=1763584134","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013668980","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}