{"product_id":"2940013773226","title":"In The Dark","description":"Haldane and I were friends even in our school-days. What first brought\u003cbr\u003eus together was our common hatred of Visger, who came from our part of\u003cbr\u003ethe country. His people knew our people at home, so he was put on to\u003cbr\u003eus when he came. He was the most intolerable person, boy and man, that\u003cbr\u003eI have ever known. He would not tell a lie. And that was all right.\u003cbr\u003eBut he didn't stop at that. If he were asked whether any other chap\u003cbr\u003ehad done anything-been out of bounds, or up to any sort of lark-he\u003cbr\u003ewould always say, 'I don't know, sir, but I believe so. He never did\u003cbr\u003eknow-we took care of that. But what he believed was always right. I\u003cbr\u003eremember Haldane twisting his arm to say how he knew about that\u003cbr\u003echerry-tree business, and he only said, 'I don't know-I just feel\u003cbr\u003esure. And I was right, you see.' What can you do with a boy like that?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWe grew up to be men. At least Haldane and I did. Visger grew up to be\u003cbr\u003ea prig. He was a vegetarian and a teetotaller, and an all-wooler and\u003cbr\u003eChristian Scientist, and all the things that prigs are-but he wasn't a\u003cbr\u003ecommon prig. He knew all sorts of things that he oughtn't to have\u003cbr\u003eknown, that he couldn't have known in any ordinary decent way. It\u003cbr\u003ewasn't that he found things out. He just knew them. Once, when I was\u003cbr\u003every unhappy, he came into my rooms-we were all in our last year at\u003cbr\u003eOxford-and talked about things I hardly knew myself. That was really\u003cbr\u003ewhy I went to India that winter. It was bad enough to be unhappy,\u003cbr\u003ewithout having that beast knowing all about it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI was away over a year. Coming back, I thought a lot about how jolly\u003cbr\u003eit would be to see old Haldane again. If I thought about Visger at\u003cbr\u003eall, I wished he was dead. But I didn't think about him much.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI did want to see Haldane. He was always such a jolly chap-gay, and\u003cbr\u003ekindly, and simple, honourable, uptight, and full of practical\u003cbr\u003esympathies. I longed to see him, to see the smile in his jolly blue\u003cbr\u003eeyes, looking out from the net of wrinkles that laughing had made\u003cbr\u003eround them, to hear his jolly laugh, and feel the good grip of his big\u003cbr\u003ehand. I went straight from the docks to his chambers in Gray's Inn,\u003cbr\u003eand I found him cold, pale, anaemic, with dull eyes and a limp hand,\u003cbr\u003eand pale lips that smiled without mirth, and uttered a welcome without\u003cbr\u003egladness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe was surrounded by a litter of disordered furniture and personal\u003cbr\u003eeffects half packed. Some big boxes stood corded, and there were cases\u003cbr\u003eof books, filled and waiting for the enclosing boards to be nailed on.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e'Yes, I'm moving,' he said. 'I can't stand these rooms. There's\u003cbr\u003esomething rum about them--something devilish rum. I clear our\u003cbr\u003etomorrow.'","brand":"WDS Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47070250860784,"sku":"2940013773226","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013773226_p0.jpg?v=1763590065","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013773226","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}