Baroness Orczy eBooks
eBooks di Baroness Orczy editi da Forgotten Books
A Son of the People: A Romance of the Hungarian Plains. E-book. Formato PDF Baroness Orczy - Forgotten Books, 2017 -
Do you love the mountains, English reader? The ro mantic peaks of the Rhine country, the poetic heights of the Alps, the more gently undulating slopes of your own South Downs? As for me, I must confess to an absorbing, a passionate fondness for the lowlands, the wild, mysterious plains of Hungary, that lie, deep down, between the Danube and the Theisz, and, when ever I stand ou those vast parztm,' it always seems to me that the mind must be more free, when the gaze can wander untrammelled to that far-distant horizon, which fancy can people at its own sweet will.
The Man in the Corner. E-book. Formato PDF Baroness Orczy - Forgotten Books, 2017 -
The man in the corner pushed aside his glass, and leant across the table. Mysteries! He commented. There is no such thing as a mystery in connection with any crime, provided intelligence is brought to bear Upon its investigation. Very much astonished Polly Burton looked over the top of her newspaper, and fixed a pair of very severe, coldly inquiring brown eyes upon him.
Nicolette: A Tale of Old Provence. E-book. Formato PDF Baroness Orczy - Forgotten Books, 2017 -
It is, in truth, fair, this land of Provence; but fair with the sad, subtle beauty of a dream — dream of splendour, of chivalry and daring deeds, of troubadours and noble ladies; fair with the romance of undying traditions, of Courts of Love and gallant minstrels, of King René and lovely Marguerite. Fair because it is sad and silent, like a gentle and beautiful mother whose children have gone out into the great world to seek fortunes in richer climes, whilst she has remained alone in the old nest, waiting with sorrow in her heart and arms ever outstretched in loving welcome in case they should return; tending and cherishing the faded splendours of yesterday; and burying With reverence and tears, one by one, the treas ures that once had been her pride, but which the cruel hand of time had slowly turned to dust.