{"product_id":"2940013762305","title":"Kitty","description":"Mrs. St. George looked out into Cardigan Square.  The high,\u003cbr\u003eGeorgian window framed a picture that was seen in winter and in\u003cbr\u003espring, in autumn and in summer, and so familiar had it become to\u003cbr\u003eher that it seemed to possess no more than a casual significance.\u003cbr\u003eBut on this April day, in the year nineteen hundred and eighteen,\u003cbr\u003eMrs. St. George saw the square like a face strange with sudden\u003cbr\u003eemotion, or a landscape sad with the young greenness of a wintry\u003cbr\u003espring.  Standing in the middle of the room she saw this strip\u003cbr\u003eframed by the window, the familiar details, the gradations of the\u003cbr\u003evista, the wood-paved roadway touching the kerb of the flagged\u003cbr\u003epath, the black railings of the garden, the young green of\u003cbr\u003esprouting lilacs and privets, the kind of blue-grey gloom hanging\u003cbr\u003ein the sooty shrubberies, the thin green of the London grass, the\u003cbr\u003emaculated trunks of the old plane-trees, the spread of their tops,\u003cbr\u003ethe vague redness of the houses beyond, and above it all a square\u003cbr\u003epanel of sky.  On this April day a south-west wind moved the\u003cbr\u003ebranches of the plane-trees; sudden sunshine was followed by sudden\u003cbr\u003eshadow; the wet trees would glisten or grow black.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Abominable!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe uttered the word aloud, and it was a strange word for so cold\u003cbr\u003eand so self-contained a woman to utter.  She had been standing\u003cbr\u003ethere for quite five minutes, holding a letter that had changed the\u003cbr\u003efamiliar sameness of her outlook upon this London square.  She was\u003cbr\u003ea tall woman, handsome, fiftyish or more, with one of those firm\u003cbr\u003ewhite faces, and lips that close decisively over very regular\u003cbr\u003eteeth.  Someone had once called her an Arctic Juno.  Her wavy, fair\u003cbr\u003ehair had a fallacious softness.  Her eyes were very blue.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn a corner, on the right of one of the windows, stood a big\u003cbr\u003ebureau, mahogany, capacious and solid.  Clara St. George was a\u003cbr\u003ewoman of affairs, and all her multifarious letters and papers were\u003cbr\u003ekept under perfect control.  With a deliberate and yet sudden\u003cbr\u003emovement she approached her desk, placed her son's letter on the\u003cbr\u003ewriting-pad, and glanced at a card upon which various telephone\u003cbr\u003enumbers were neatly recorded.  The telephone was attached to the\u003cbr\u003ewall beside her desk.  She rang up the exchange.  There was\u003cbr\u003esomething characteristic of her in the way in which she put out a\u003cbr\u003ehand and took down the receiver.  The gesture was possessive.\u003cbr\u003eAlways and firmly she had grasped the desired object and uttered\u003cbr\u003edecisively the word \"mine.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Exchange--are you there?  Give me 10097.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe waited.  Her blue eyes looked out at the sudden sunlight in the\u003cbr\u003etops of the plane-trees.  She stood very still.  Never yet had she\u003cbr\u003eallowed her body or her emotions to be hurried.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHer eyes grew more hard and attentive.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Hallo--!  Is that Sir Murray Hurder's?  Yes.  O, it is you, Sir\u003cbr\u003eMurray.  Mrs. St. George speaking.  I have just heard that they are\u003cbr\u003esending my son out to the front.  What?  Yes, to France.  It's\u003cbr\u003edisgraceful.  They have passed him as fit.  You have known him\u003cbr\u003esince he was ten--\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe paused and stood listening, lips pressed to a pale hardness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Shocked--?  Naturally.  It's abominable.  What, nothing can be\u003cbr\u003edone?  Yes, of course, I understand--This brutal business--\"","brand":"WDS Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47145829531888,"sku":"2940013762305","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013762305_p0.jpg?v=1763589937","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013762305","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}