{"product_id":"2940014103657","title":"The Face And The Mask","description":"CONTENTS.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAP.\u003cbr\u003e    I.  THE WOMAN OF STONE\u003cbr\u003e   II.  THE CHEMISTRY OF ANARCHY\u003cbr\u003e  III.  THE FEAR OF IT\u003cbr\u003e   IV.  THE METAMORPHOSES OF JOHNSON\u003cbr\u003e    V.  THE RECLAMATION OF JOE HOLLENDS\u003cbr\u003e   VI.  THE TYPE-WRITTEN LETTER\u003cbr\u003e  VII.  THE DOOM OF LONDON\u003cbr\u003e VIII.  THE PREDICAMENT OF DE PLONVILLE\u003cbr\u003e   IX.  A NEW EXPLOSIVE\u003cbr\u003e    X.  THE GREAT PEGRAM MYSTERY\u003cbr\u003e   XI.  DEATH COMETH SOON OR LATE\u003cbr\u003e  XII.  HIGH STAKES\u003cbr\u003e XIII.  \"WHERE IGNORANCE IS BLISS\"\u003cbr\u003e  XIV.  THE DEPARTURE OF CUB MCLEAN\u003cbr\u003e   XV.  OLD NUMBER EIGHTY-SIX\u003cbr\u003e  XVI.  PLAYING WITH MARKED CARDS\u003cbr\u003e XVII.  THE BRUISER'S COURTSHIP\u003cbr\u003eXVIII.  THE RAID ON MELLISH\u003cbr\u003e  XIX.  STRIKING BACK\u003cbr\u003e   XX.  CRANDALL'S CHOICE\u003cbr\u003e  XXI.  THE FAILURE OF BRADLEY\u003cbr\u003e XXII.  RINGAMY'S CONVERT\u003cbr\u003eXXIII.  A SLIPPERY CUSTOMER\u003cbr\u003e XXIV.  THE SIXTH BENCH\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e[Illustration]\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e_The Personal Conductor:_ \"It is a statue of no importance\u003cbr\u003ewhatever.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e_The Personally Conducted:_ \"Yes, but what does it mean?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e_The Personal Conductor:_ \"I don't suppose it means anything in\u003cbr\u003eparticular. It is not by any well-known artist and the guidebooks say\u003cbr\u003enothing about it.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e_The Personally Conducted:_ \"Perhaps the sculptor intended to\u003cbr\u003etypify life; the tragic face representing one side of existence and the\u003cbr\u003ecomic mask another.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e_The Personal Conductor:_ \"Very likely. This way to the Louvre, if\u003cbr\u003eyou please.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE WOMAN OF STONE.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLurine, was pretty, _petite_, and eighteen. She had a nice\u003cbr\u003esituation at the Pharmacie de Siam, in the Rue St. Honoré. She had no\u003cbr\u003eone dependent upon her, and all the money she earned was her own. Her\u003cbr\u003edress was of cheap material perhaps, but it was cut and fitted with\u003cbr\u003ethat daintiness of perfection which seems to be the natural gift of the\u003cbr\u003eParisienne, so that one never thought of the cheapness, but admired\u003cbr\u003eonly the effect, which was charming. She was book-keeper and general\u003cbr\u003eassistant at the Pharmacie, and had a little room of her own across the\u003cbr\u003eSeine, in the Rue de Lille. She crossed the river twice every day--once\u003cbr\u003ein the morning when the sun was shining, and again at night when the\u003cbr\u003eradiant lights along the river's bank glittered like jewels in a long\u003cbr\u003enecklace. She had her little walk through the Gardens of the Tuileries\u003cbr\u003eevery morning after crossing the Pont Royal, but she did not return\u003cbr\u003ethrough the gardens in the evening, for a park in the morning is a\u003cbr\u003edifferent thing to a park at night. On her return she always walked\u003cbr\u003ealong the Rue de Tuileries until she came to the bridge. Her morning\u003cbr\u003eramble through the gardens was a daily delight to her, for the Rue de\u003cbr\u003eLille is narrow, and not particularly bright, so it was pleasant to\u003cbr\u003ewalk beneath the green trees, to feel the crisp gravel under her feet,\u003cbr\u003eand to see the gleaming white statues in the sunlight, with the sparkle\u003cbr\u003eon the round fountain pond, by the side of which she sometimes sat. Her\u003cbr\u003efavorite statue was one of a woman that stood on a pedestal near the\u003cbr\u003eRue de Rivoli. The arm was thrown over her head, and there was a smile\u003cbr\u003eon the marble face which was inscrutable. It fascinated the girl as she\u003cbr\u003elooked up to it, and seemed to be the morning greeting to her busy\u003cbr\u003eday's work in the city. If no one was in sight, which was often the\u003cbr\u003ecase at eight o'clock in the morning, the girl kissed the tips of her\u003cbr\u003efingers, and tossed the salute airily up to the statue, and the woman\u003cbr\u003eof stone always smiled back at her the strange mystical smile which\u003cbr\u003eseemed to indicate that it knew much more of this world and its ways\u003cbr\u003ethan did the little Parisienne who daily gazed up at her.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47145919054064,"sku":"2940014103657","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940014103657_p0.jpg?v=1763600688","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940014103657","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}