The Storm (Classic Reprint)

Angebote / Angebote:

Excerpt from The Storm A mountain cottage. It is a midwinter night. Outside a snowstorm rages. Alice is looking through the window. Joan, her young sister and Sarah, an old neighbour woman, are sitting over the fire. Alice: It isn't fair of God. Eyes are no good, Nor lanterns in a blackness like to that. How can they find him out? It isn't fair. Sarah: God is for prayers. You'll anger Him speaking so. Alice: I have prayed these hours, and now I'm tired of it. He is caught in some grip of the rocks, and crying out, And crying and crying, and none can hear him cry, Because of this great beastliness of noise. Sarah: Past crying now, I think. Joan: There, take no heed Of what she says - it's a rusty mind she has, Being old, and wizened with bad luck on the hills. Sarah: Rusty or no, I've a thought the man is dead. No news has been growing apace from nightfall on Into bad news, and now it's as though one stood At the door and said - we found him lying cold. Alice: Whist! you old bitter woman. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.