ISBN: 9781482061109

This early work is a collection of seven short stories by the Pulitzer Prize-winning American novelist and short story writer, Edith Wharton. Contents Include: The Hermit and the Wild Wom… More...

This early work is a collection of seven short stories by the Pulitzer Prize-winning American novelist and short story writer, Edith Wharton. Contents Include: The Hermit and the Wild Woman; The Last Asset; In Trust; The Pretext; The Verdict; The Pot-Boiler; The Best Man. Many of the earliest books, particularly those dating back to the 1900s and before, are now extremely scarce and increasingly expensive. We are republishing these classic works in affordable, high quality, modern editions, This early work is a collection of seven short stories by the Pulitzer Prize-winning American novelist and short story writer, Edith Wharton. Contents Include: The Hermit and the Wild Woman; The Last Asset; In Trust; The Pretext; The Verdict; The Pot-Boiler; The Best Man. Many of the earliest books, particularly those dating back to the 1900s and before, are now extremely scarce and increasingly expensive. We are republishing these classic works in affordable, high quality, modern editions, using the original text and artwork. Books, Fiction~~Classics, Hermit-and-the-Wild-Woman~~Edith-Wharton, 999999999, The Hermit and the Wild Woman, Edith Wharton, 1482061104, CreateSpace Publishing, , , , , CreateSpace Publishing<

ISBN: 9781482061109

When the Hermit was a lad, and lived in the town, the crenellations of the walls had been square-topped, and a Guelf lord had flown his standard from the keep. Then one day a steel-colour… More...

When the Hermit was a lad, and lived in the town, the crenellations of the walls had been square-topped, and a Guelf lord had flown his standard from the keep. Then one day a steel-coloured line of men-at-arms rode across the valley, wound up the hill and battered in the gates. Stones and Greek fire rained from the ramparts, shields clashed in the streets, blade sprang at blade in passages and stairways, pikes and lances dripped above huddled flesh, and all the still familiar place was a stew of dying bodies. The boy fled from it in horror. He had seen his father go forth and not come back, his mother drop dead from an arquebuse shot as she leaned from the platform of the tower, his little sister fall with a slit throat across the altar steps of the chapel-and he ran, ran for his life, through the slippery streets, over warm twitching bodies, between legs of soldiers carousing, out of the gates, past burning farmsteads, trampled wheat-fields, orchards stripped and broken, till the still woods received him and he fell face down on the unmutilated earth. Books Books ~~ Fiction~~ Classics Hermit-and-the-Wild-Woman~~Edith-Wharton CreateSpace Publishing<