{"product_id":"2940013802827","title":"THE DIARY OF A GOOSE GIRL","description":"CHAPTER I.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e{Thornycroft House: p1a.jpg}\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHORNYCROFT FARM, near Barbury Green, July 1, 190-.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e{Picture of woman and goose: p1b.jpg}\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn alluding to myself as a Goose Girl, I am using only the most modest of\u003cbr\u003emy titles; for I am also a poultry-maid, a tender of Belgian hares and\u003cbr\u003erabbits, and a shepherdess; but I particularly fancy the role of Goose\u003cbr\u003eGirl, because it recalls the German fairy tales of my early youth, when I\u003cbr\u003ealways yearned, but never hoped, to be precisely what I now am.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs I was jolting along these charming Sussex roads the other day, a fat\u003cbr\u003ebuff pony and a tippy cart being my manner of progression, I chanced upon\u003cbr\u003ethe village of Barbury Green.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOne glance was enough for any woman, who, having eyes to see, could see\u003cbr\u003ewith them; but I made assurance doubly sure by driving about a little,\u003cbr\u003estruggling to conceal my new-born passion from the stable-boy who was my\u003cbr\u003eescort.  Then, it being high noon of a cloudless day, I descended from\u003cbr\u003ethe trap and said to the astonished yokel: \"You may go back to the\u003cbr\u003eHydropathic; I am spending a month or two here.  Wait a moment--I'll send\u003cbr\u003ea message, please!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI then scribbled a word or two to those having me in custody.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I am very tired of people,\" the note ran, \"and want to rest myself by\u003cbr\u003eliving a while with things.  Address me (if you must) at Barbury Green\u003cbr\u003epost-office, or at all events send me a box of simple clothing\u003cbr\u003ethere--nothing but shirts and skirts, please.  I cannot forget that I am\u003cbr\u003eonly twenty miles from Oxenbridge (though it might be one hundred and\u003cbr\u003etwenty, which is the reason I adore it), but I rely upon you to keep an\u003cbr\u003ehonourable distance yourselves, and not to divulge my place of retreat to\u003cbr\u003eothers, especially to--you know whom!  Do not pursue me.  I will never be\u003cbr\u003etaken alive!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHaving cut, thus, the cable that bound me to civilisation, and having\u003cbr\u003eseen the buff pony and the dazed yokel disappear in a cloud of dust, I\u003cbr\u003elooked about me with what Stevenson calls a \"fine, dizzy, muddle-headed\u003cbr\u003ejoy,\" the joy of a successful rebel or a liberated serf.  Plenty of money\u003cbr\u003ein my purse--that was unromantic, of course, but it simplified\u003cbr\u003ematters--and nine hours of daylight remaining in which to find a lodging.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e{Life converges there, just at the public duck-pond: p3.jpg}","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47181766328560,"sku":"2940013802827","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013802827_p0.jpg?v=1763590404","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013802827","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}