{"product_id":"2940013695863","title":"The Shining Pyramid","description":"\"Haunted, you said?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Yes, haunted. Don't you remember, when I saw you three years ago, you\u003cbr\u003etold me about your place in the west with the ancient woods hanging all\u003cbr\u003eabout it, and the wild, domed hills, and the ragged land? It has always\u003cbr\u003eremained a sort of enchanted picture in my mind as I sit at my desk and\u003cbr\u003ehear the traffic rattling in the Street in the midst of whirling London.\u003cbr\u003eBut when did you come up?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"The fact is, Dyson, I have only just got out of the train. I drove to\u003cbr\u003ethe station early this morning and caught the 10.45.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Well, I am very glad you looked in on me. How have you been getting on\u003cbr\u003esince we last met? There is no Mrs. Vaughan, I suppose?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"No,\" said Vaughan, \"I am still a hermit, like yourself. I have done\u003cbr\u003enothing but loaf about.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVaughn had lit his pipe and sat in the elbow chair, fidgeting and\u003cbr\u003eglancing about him in a somewhat dazed and restless manner. Dyson had\u003cbr\u003ewheeled round his chair when his visitor entered and sat with one arm\u003cbr\u003efondly reclining on the desk of his bureau, and touching the litter of\u003cbr\u003emanuscript.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"And you are still engaged in the old task?\" said Vaughan, pointing to\u003cbr\u003ethe pile of papers and the teeming pigeon-holes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Yes, the vain pursuit of literature, as idle as alchemy, and as\u003cbr\u003eentrancing. But you have come to town for some time I suppose; what\u003cbr\u003eshall we do to-night?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Well, I rather wanted you to try a few days with me down in the west.\u003cbr\u003eIt would do you a lot of good. I'm sure.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You are very kind, Vaughan, but London in September is hard to leave.\u003cbr\u003eDoré could not have designed anything more wonderful and mystic than\u003cbr\u003eOxford Street as I saw it the other evening; the sunset flaming, the\u003cbr\u003eblue haze transmuting the plain street into a road 'far in the spiritual\u003cbr\u003ecity.'\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I should like you to come down though. You would enjoy roaming over our\u003cbr\u003ehills. Does this racket go on all day and night? It quite bewilders me;\u003cbr\u003eI wonder how you can work through it. I am sure you would revel in the\u003cbr\u003egreat peace of my old home among the woods.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVaughan lit his pipe again, and looked anxiously at Dyson to see if his\u003cbr\u003einducements had had any effect, but the man of letters shook his head,\u003cbr\u003esmiling, and vowed in his heart a firm allegiance to the streets.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You cannot tempt me,\" he said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e'Well, you may be right. Perhaps, after all, I was wrong to speak of the\u003cbr\u003epeace of the country. There, when a tragedy does occur, it is like a\u003cbr\u003estone thrown into a pond; the circles of disturbance keep on widening,\u003cbr\u003eand it seems as if the water would never be still again.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Have you ever any tragedies where you are?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I can hardly say that. But I was a good deal disturbed about a month\u003cbr\u003eago by something that happened; it may or may not have been a tragedy in\u003cbr\u003ethe usual sense of the word.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"What was the occurrence?\"","brand":"WDS Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47145707372784,"sku":"2940013695863","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013695863_p0.jpg?v=1763584096","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013695863","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}