{"product_id":"2940149678754","title":"The Garden of Swords","description":"CONTENTS\u003cbr\u003eBook I\u003cbr\u003eMAN AND WIFE\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER\u003cbr\u003ePAGE\u003cbr\u003eI. Père Bonot reads the “Courrier” 1\u003cbr\u003eII. At the Place Kleber 10\u003cbr\u003eIII. “A Looming Bastion” 25\u003cbr\u003eIV. At the Châlet of the Niederwald 33\u003cbr\u003eV. The Herald of the Storm 49\u003cbr\u003eVI. The Last Day of July 56\u003cbr\u003eVII. “Those Others” 67\u003cbr\u003eVIII. Over the Hearts of France 83\u003cbr\u003eIX. The Fugitive 90\u003cbr\u003eX. Waiting 102\u003cbr\u003eXI. The Hussars are at Gunstett 108\u003cbr\u003eBook II\u003cbr\u003eBATTLE\u003cbr\u003eXII. The Blood-Red Day of Wörth 115\u003cbr\u003eXIII. The Death Ride 131\u003cbr\u003eXIV. Night 148\u003cbr\u003eXV. A Bivouac of Dragoons 162\u003cbr\u003eXVI. The Promise 166\u003cbr\u003eXVII. The City of the Golden Mists 176\u003cbr\u003ePg viii\u003cbr\u003eBook III\u003cbr\u003eTHE SIEGE\u003cbr\u003eXVIII. The First Days 191\u003cbr\u003eXIX. A Face at the Window 201\u003cbr\u003eXX. The Beginning of the Terror 211\u003cbr\u003eXXI. The Rue de l’Arc-en-Ciel 220\u003cbr\u003eXXII. “La Pauvre” 239\u003cbr\u003eXXIII. The Night of Truce 248\u003cbr\u003eXXIV. An Ultimatum 260\u003cbr\u003eXXV. Confession 268\u003cbr\u003eXXVI. The Light in the Window 274\u003cbr\u003eXXVII. Accusation 287\u003cbr\u003eXXVIII. “If Strasburg Falls” 297\u003cbr\u003eXXIX. The Letter 307\u003cbr\u003eXXX. In the House of Laroche 313\u003cbr\u003eXXXI. “There is Night in the Hills” 324\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER I\u003cbr\u003ePÈRE BONOT READS THE “COURRIER”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOld Père Bonot, sunning himself before the doors of a café by the minster, held the Courrier du Bas-Rhin in his hand, and vouchsafed to Rosenbad, the brewer, and to Hummel, the vintner, such particulars of the forthcoming wedding as he found to be good. A glass of coffee stood at Père Bonot’s elbow; his blue spectacles rested high upon a forehead where no wrinkles sat; the smoke from his cigarette hung in little white clouds about his iron-grey hair. He sat before the great cathedral of Strasburg; but the paper and its words carried him away to a little village of the mountains where, forty years ago, he had knelt at the altar with Henriette at his side, and an old priest had blessed him, and he had gone out to the sunny vineyards, hand in hand with[2] his girl-wife to their home in a forest of the Vosges. There were tears in old Bonot’s eyes when he took up the Courrier again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Nevertheless, my friends,” said he, covering his retreat with a great show of folding the paper and setting his glasses, “nevertheless—her mother was a French woman! Marry the devil to a good girl—and, as the saying goes, there is no more devil. I remember Marie Douay—twenty, twenty-two years ago. I saw her at Görsdorf with Madame Hélène, a little brunette, always gay, always laughing; a bird to cage in Paris; a bird of the gardens and not of the mountains. When she married the Englishman, milord Hamilton, who had lived for two years in the Broglie here, was it for me to be surprised? Nom d’un gaillard, I was not surprised at all. The eagle to the mountains, the gold-breast to the cage. Certainly we were too sleepy for Marie Douay. She went to London with milord—et après—”","brand":"Bronson Tweed Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47156983431408,"sku":"2940149678754","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940149678754_p0.jpg?v=1763722373","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940149678754","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}