A RICHER DUST by STORM JAMESON

LONDON : HEINEMANN : 1931 : FIRST EDITION

CHAPTER ONE   ...    The past is a scene from which the light is slowly fading. The colour goes first, except that here and there some object seizes what light there is and will not let it go, a woman's shawl, the door of a house, half-open and the flutter of a dress in the doorway, a ship's masts - then, the ghostliness of the light subdues them too and soon all is gone, all, all. In the summer of that year Nicholas Roxby was eighteen. He came straight from Eton to his grandmother's house in Yorkshire, not waiting to see his mother in London because his grandmother was impatient and wanted him at once. It was the same every summer - she would hardly admit that Clara Roxby had any right to her own son. Even during the Christmas and Easter holidays, which he was supposed to spend at home, he went almost every day to his grandmother's London house. He went partly to please himself, because it was his grandmother and not his mother about whom he thought oftener when he was at school, and partly because on the days when he failed to go his grandmother came to see him, and bullied his gentle obstinate mother into a bad headache. This had been going on ever since he was two years old. In that year his grandmother had heard of her own son's death - he died of fever in Charleston, and his first child, a girl, was born a month afterwards. She had heard of both happenings, the birth and the death, on the same day.

A lovely book, in good condition. Crisp, clean pages.

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