{"product_id":"9781776599936","title":"Saint's Progress","description":"Excerpt\u003cp\u003efternoon in the old Abbey had been almost holy. He had let his senses sink into the sunlit greenery of the towering woods opposite; he had watched the spiders and the little shining beetles, the flycatchers, and sparrows in the ivy; touched the mosses and the lichens; looked the speedwells in the eye; dreamed of he knew not what. A hawk had been wheeling up there above the woods, and he had been up there with it in the blue. He had taken a real spiritual bath, and washed the dusty fret of London off his soul.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFor a year he had been working his parish single-handed--no joke-- for his curate had gone for a chaplain; and this was his first real holiday since the war began, two years ago; his first visit, too, to his brother's home. He looked down at the garden, and up at the trees of the avenue. Bob had found a perfect retreat after his quarter of a century in Ceylon. Dear old Bob! And he smiled at the thought of his elder brother, whose burnt face and fierce grey whiskers somewhat recalled a Bengal ti\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"The Floating Press","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47114461446384,"sku":"9781776599936","price":3.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/9781776599936_p0.jpg?v=1763711295","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/9781776599936","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}