{"product_id":"2940013697522","title":"The Dualitists \u0026 The Judge's House","description":"When the time for his examination drew near Malcolm Malcolmson made up\u003cbr\u003ehis mind to go somewhere to read by himself. He feared the attractions\u003cbr\u003eof the seaside, and also he feared completely rural isolation, for of\u003cbr\u003eold he knew its charms, and so he determined to find some unpretentious\u003cbr\u003elittle town where there would be nothing to distract him. He refrained\u003cbr\u003efrom asking suggestions from any of his friends, for he argued that each\u003cbr\u003ewould recommend some place of which he had knowledge, and where he had\u003cbr\u003ealready acquaintances. As Malcolmson wished to avoid friends he had no\u003cbr\u003ewish to encumber himself with the attention of friends' friends and so\u003cbr\u003ehe determined to look out for a place for himself. He packed a\u003cbr\u003eportmanteau with some clothes and all the books he required, and then\u003cbr\u003etook ticket for the first name on the local time-table which he did not\u003cbr\u003eknow.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen at the end of three hours' journey he alighted at Benchurch, he\u003cbr\u003efelt satisfied that he had so far obliterated his tracks as to be sure\u003cbr\u003eof having a peaceful opportunity of pursuing his studies. He went\u003cbr\u003estraight to the one inn which the sleepy little place contained, and put\u003cbr\u003eup for the night. Benchurch was a market town, and once in three weeks\u003cbr\u003ewas crowded to excess, but for the reminder of the twenty-one days it\u003cbr\u003ewas as attractive as a desert. Malcolmson looked around the day after\u003cbr\u003ehis arrival to try to find quarters more isolated than even so quiet an\u003cbr\u003einn as \"The Good Traveller\" afforded. There was only one place which\u003cbr\u003etook his fancy, and it certainly satisfied his wildest ideas\u003cbr\u003eregarding quiet; in fact, quiet was not the proper word to apply to\u003cbr\u003eit--desolation was the only term conveying any suitable idea of its\u003cbr\u003eisolation. It was an old, rambling, heavy-built house of the Jacobean\u003cbr\u003estyle, with heavy gables and windows, unusually small, and set higher\u003cbr\u003ethan was customary in such houses, and was surrounded with a high brick\u003cbr\u003ewall massively built. Indeed, on examination, it looked more like a\u003cbr\u003efortified house than an ordinary dwelling. But all these things pleased\u003cbr\u003eMalcolmson. \"Here,\" he thought, \"is the very spot I have been looking\u003cbr\u003efor, and if I can only get opportunity of using it I shall be happy.\"\u003cbr\u003eHis joy was increased when he realized beyond doubt that it was not at\u003cbr\u003epresent inhabited.","brand":"WDS Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47152659071216,"sku":"2940013697522","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013697522_p0.jpg?v=1763584145","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013697522","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}