ISBN: 9781484808184

They stood high on the Abbey cliff-edge-an old man, eagle-profiled, hawk-beaked, cockatoo-crested, with angry grey eyebrows running peakily upwards towards his temples at either side. and… More...

They stood high on the Abbey cliff-edge-an old man, eagle-profiled, hawk-beaked, cockatoo-crested, with angry grey eyebrows running peakily upwards towards his temples at either side. and a boy. They were the Earl Raincy and his grandson Louis-all the world knew them in that country of the Southern Albanach. For Leo Raincy was a great man, and the lad the heir of all he possessed. For all-or almost all-they looked upon belonged to the Earl of Raincy. Even those blue hills bounding the They stood high on the Abbey cliff-edge-an old man, eagle-profiled, hawk-beaked, cockatoo-crested, with angry grey eyebrows running peakily upwards towards his temples at either side. and a boy. They were the Earl Raincy and his grandson Louis-all the world knew them in that country of the Southern Albanach. For Leo Raincy was a great man, and the lad the heir of all he possessed. For all-or almost all-they looked upon belonged to the Earl of Raincy. Even those blue hills bounding the meadow valleys to the north hid a fair half of his property, and he was sorry for that. Because he was a land miser, hoarding parishes and townships. He grudged the sea its fringe of foam, the three-mile fishing limit, the very high-and-low mark between the tides which was not his, but belonged to the crown-along which the common people had a right to pass, and where fisherfolk from the neighbouring villages might fish and dry their nets, when all ought to have been his. The earl's dark eyes passed with carelessness over hundreds of farm-towns, snug sheltered villages, mills with little threads of white wimpling away from the unheard constant clack of the wheel, barns, byres and stackyards-all were his, but of these he took no heed. Behind them Castle Raincy itself stood up finely from the plain of corn-land and green park, an artificial lake in front, deep trees all about, patterned gardens, the fiery flash of hot-house glass where the sun struck, and pinnacles high in air, above all the tall tower from which Margaret de Raincy had defied the English invader during the minority of James the Fifth. The earl's eyes passed all these over. He did not see them as aught to take pride in. Books, Fiction~~Classics, Patsy~~Samuel-Rutherford-Crockett, 999999999, Patsy, S.R. Crockett, 1484808185, CreateSpace Publishing, , , , , CreateSpace Publishing<

ISBN: 9781484808184

They stood high on the Abbey cliff-edge-an old man, eagle-profiled, hawk-beaked, cockatoo-crested, with angry grey eyebrows running peakily upwards towards his temples at either side. and… More...

They stood high on the Abbey cliff-edge-an old man, eagle-profiled, hawk-beaked, cockatoo-crested, with angry grey eyebrows running peakily upwards towards his temples at either side. and a boy. They were the Earl Raincy and his grandson Louis-all the world knew them in that country of the Southern Albanach. For Leo Raincy was a great man, and the lad the heir of all he possessed. For all-or almost all-they looked upon belonged to the Earl of Raincy. Even those blue hills bounding the They stood high on the Abbey cliff-edge-an old man, eagle-profiled, hawk-beaked, cockatoo-crested, with angry grey eyebrows running peakily upwards towards his temples at either side. and a boy. They were the Earl Raincy and his grandson Louis-all the world knew them in that country of the Southern Albanach. For Leo Raincy was a great man, and the lad the heir of all he possessed. For all-or almost all-they looked upon belonged to the Earl of Raincy. Even those blue hills bounding the meadow valleys to the north hid a fair half of his property, and he was sorry for that. Because he was a land miser, hoarding parishes and townships. He grudged the sea its fringe of foam, the three-mile fishing limit, the very high-and-low mark between the tides which was not his, but belonged to the crown-along which the common people had a right to pass, and where fisherfolk from the neighbouring villages might fish and dry their nets, when all ought to have been his. The earl's dark eyes passed with carelessness over hundreds of farm-towns, snug sheltered villages, mills with little threads of white wimpling away from the unheard constant clack of the wheel, barns, byres and stackyards-all were his, but of these he took no heed. Behind them Castle Raincy itself stood up finely from the plain of corn-land and green park, an artificial lake in front, deep trees all about, patterned gardens, the fiery flash of hot-house glass where the sun struck, and pinnacles high in air, above all the tall tower from which Margaret de Raincy had defied the English invader during the minority of James the Fifth. The earl's eyes passed all these over. He did not see them as aught to take pride in. Books, Fiction~~Classics, Patsy~~Samuel-Rutherford-Crockett, , , , , , , , , , CreateSpace Publishing<

ISBN: 1484808185

[EAN: 9781484808184], Neubuch, [PU: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform], S. R. CROCKETT,CLASSICS, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 118 pages. Dimensions: 9.0in. x 6.0in… More...

[EAN: 9781484808184], Neubuch, [PU: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform], S. R. CROCKETT,CLASSICS, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 118 pages. Dimensions: 9.0in. x 6.0in. x 0.3in.They stood high on the Abbey cliff-edgean old man, eagle-profiled, hawk-beaked, cockatoo-crested, with angry grey eyebrows running peakily upwards towards his temples at either side . . . and a boy. They were the Earl Raincy and his grandson Louisall the world knew them in that country of the Southern Albanach. For Leo Raincy was a great man, and the lad the heir of all he possessed. For allor almost allthey looked upon belonged to the Earl of Raincy. Even those blue hills bounding the meadow valleys to the north hid a fair half of his property, and he was sorry for that. Because he was a land miser, hoarding parishes and townships. He grudged the sea its fringe of foam, the three-mile fishing limit, the very high-and-low mark between the tides which was not his, but belonged to the crownalong which the common people had a right to pass, and where fisherfolk from the neighbouring villages might fish and dry their nets, when all ought to have been his. The earls dark eyes passed with carelessness over hundreds of farm-towns, snug sheltered villages, mills with little threads of white wimpling away from the unheard constant clack of the wheel, barns, byres and stackyardsall were his, but of these he took no heed. Behind them Castle Raincy itself stood up finely from the plain of corn-land and green park, an artificial lake in front, deep trees all about, patterned gardens, the fiery flash of hot-house glass where the sun struck, and pinnacles high in air, above all the tall tower from which Margaret de Raincy had defied the English invader during the minority of James the Fifth. The earls eyes passed all these over. He did not see them as aught to take pride in. This item ships from La Vergne,TN.<

ISBN: 9781484808184

This collection of literature attempts to compile many of the classic, timeless works that have stood the test of time and offer them at a reduced, affordable price, in an attractive volu… More...

This collection of literature attempts to compile many of the classic, timeless works that have stood the test of time and offer them at a reduced, affordable price, in an attractive volume so that everyone can enjoy them. Books Books ~~ Fiction~~ Classics Patsy~~Samuel-Rutherford-Crockett CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform<