Nellie, shattered with emotion, staggered to a seat. He remained standing in front of her. And gradually, as the in- terminable seconds passed, he became aware of the impression which he must be making at that moment, with his arms loaded widi curi- osities, his pockets stuffed, his bag filled to bursting. A great sense of confusion mastered him, and he blushed to find himself there in the mean plight of a robber caught in the act.
To her henceforth, come what might, he was the thief, the man who puts his hand into other men's pockets, the man who picks locks and enters doors by stealth. One of the watches rolled upon the carpet, followed by another. And more things came slipping from under his arms, which were unable to retain them. Then, quickly making up his mind, he dropped a part of his booty into a chair, emptied his pockets, and took off his bag.
He now felt easier in Nellie's presence, and took a step towards her, with the intention of speaking to her. But she made a movement of recoil and rose quickly, as though seized with fright, and ran to the guardroom. The curtain fell behind her. He followed her. She stood there, trembling and speechless, and her eyes gazed in terror upon the great devastated hall. Without a moment's hesitation, he said: "At three o'clock tomorrow everything shall be restored to its place. The things shall be brought back. No power on earth shall prevent me from keeping my promise. At three o'clock tomorrow.
He dared not break it, and the girl's emotion made him suffer in every nerve. Softly, with- out a word, he moved away. She must feel that she is free to go! She must not be afraid of me! I hear someone coming. She appeared distraught, as though at the approach of danger. Quick, fly! You must! Ah, don't stay!
No, there was no one there. Perhaps the sound had come from the outside. She waited a second, and then, reassured, turned round. Arsene Lupin had disappeared. Devanne's first thought, on ascertaining that his castle had been pillaged, found expression in the words which he spoke to himself: "This is Velmont's work, and Velmont is none odier than Arsene Lupin.
And yet the idea only just passed through his mind, for it seemed almost impossible that Velmont should not be Velmont that is to say, the well-known painter, the club friend of his cousin d'Estavan. And when the sergeant of gendarmes had been sent for and arrived, Devanne did not even think of telling him of this ab- surd conjecture. The whole of that morning was spent, at Thibermesnil, in an indescribable hubbub. The gendarmes, the rural police, the commis- sary of police from Dieppe, the inhabitants of the village thronged the passages, the park, the approaches to the castle.
The arrival of the troops taking part in the maneuvers and the crack of the rifles added to the picturesqueness of the scene. The early investigations furnished no clue. The windows had not been broken nor the doors smashed in. There was no doubt but that the removal had been effected through the secret outlet. And yet there was no trace of footsteps on the carpet, no unusual mark upon the walls.
The officers arrived at eleven. Devanne received them gayly; how- ever annoyed he might feel at the loss of his artistic treasures, his fortune was large enough to enable him to bear it without showing ill-humor. His friends the d'Androls and Nellie came down from their rooms, and the officers were introduced. One of the guests was missing: Horace Velmont. Was he not coming? He walked in upon the stroke of twelve, and Devanne exclaimed : "Good! There you are at last! You have heard the news, I suppose? But give your arm to Miss Underwood, and let us go in to lunch. Miss Underwood, let me introduce.
He stopped, struck by the confusion on the girl's features. Then, seized with a sudden recollection, he said: "By the way, of course, you once traveled on the same ship with Arsene Lupin. You are surprised by the likeness, are you not? Velmont stood before her, smiling. He bowed; she took his arm. He led her to her place, and sat down opposite to her. During lunch they talked of nothing but Arsene Lupin, the stolen furniture, the underground passage, and Holmlock Shears. Not until the end of the meal, when other subjects were broached, did Velmont join in the conversation. He was amusing and serious, eloquent and witty, by turns.
And whatever he said he appeared to say with the sole object of interesting Nellie. She, wholly engrossed in her own thoughts, seemed not to hear him. The regimental band played on the lawn, and a crowd of peasants and soldiers strolled about the walks in the park. Nellie was thinking of Arsene Lupin's promise: "At three o'clock everything will be there. I give you my solemn pledge. And the hands of the great clock in the right wing pointed to twenty to three.
In spite of herself, she kept on looking at it. And she also looked at Velmont, who was swinging peacefully in a comfortable rocking chair. Ten minutes to three. A sort of impatience, mingled with a sense of exquisite pain, racked the young girl's mind. Was it possible for the miracle to be accomplished and to be accomplished at the fixed time, when the castle, the courtyard, and the country around were filled with people, and when, at that very moment, the public prosecutor and the examining magistrate were pursuing their investigations?
And still. And it seemed to her no longer a miracle, but a natural event that was bound to take place in the ordinary course of things. For a second their eyes met. She blushed, and turned away her head. Three o'clock. The first stroke rang out, the second, the third. Horace Velmont took out his watch, glanced up at the clock, and put his watch back in his pocket.
A few seconds elapsed. And then the crowd opened out around the lawn to make way for two carriages that had just passed through the park gates, each drawn by two horses. They were two of those regimental wagons which carry the cooking utensils of the officers' mess and the soldiers' kits. They stopped in front of the steps. A quartermaster sergeant jumped down from the box of the first wagon and asked for M. Devanne ran down the steps. Under the awnings, carefully packed and wrapped up, were his pictures, his furniture, his works of art of all kinds. The order stated that No.
Georges Devanne, the owner of Thibermesnil Castle. It bore the signature of Colonel Beauvel.
That struck me as queer, but The band had stopped. The wagons were emptied, and the furni- ture carried indoors. In the midst of this excitement Nellie Underwood was left stand- ing alone at one end of the terrace. She was grave and anxious, full of vague thoughts, which she did not seek to formulate. Suddenly she saw Velmont coming up to her. She wished to avoid him, but the corner of the balustrade that borders the terrace hemmed her in on two sides, and a row of great tubs of shrubs orange trees, laurels, and bamboos left her no other way of escape than that by which Velmont was approaching.
She did not move. A ray of sunlight quivered on her golden hair, shaken by the frail leaves of a bamboo plant. She heard a soft voice say : "I have kept the promise I made you last night. He repeated, in a hesitating attitude and a timid voice : "I have kept the promise I made you last night. She was silent. Her scorn irritated Arsene Lupin, and at the same time he received a profound sense of all that separated him from Nellie, now that she knew the truth. He would have liked to exonerate himself, to seek excuses, to show his life in its bolder and greater aspects.
But the words jarred upon him before they were uttered, and he felt the absurdity and the impertinence of any explanation. Arsene Lupin is and can be no one but Arsene Lupin; and not even a memory can exist between you and him. Forgive me I ought to have understood that my very presence near you must seem an outrage. He felt tempted to hold her back, to beseech her. His courage failed him, and he followed her with his eyes, as he had done on the day long past when she crossed the gangplank on their arrival at New York.
She went up the stairs that led to the door. For another instant her dainty figure was outlined against the marble of the entrance hall. Then he saw her no more. Let us see to our retreat. The more so as, if Holmlock Shears takes up the matter, it may become too hot for me. Lupin plunged into the shrubbery, scaled the wall, and took the nearest way to the station a path winding through the fields. He had been walking for eight or nine minutes when the road narrowed, boxed in between two slopes; and, as he reached this pass, he saw someone enter it at the opposite end. It was a man of perhaps middle age, powerfully built and clean- shaven, whose dress accentuated his foreign appearance.
He carried a heavy walking-stick in his hand and a traveling bag slung round his neck. The two men crossed each other. The foreigner asked, in a hardly perceptible English accent: "Excuse me, sir They are waiting for you impatiently. Holmlock Shears has no greater admirer than myself. But a noise of hoofs rang out, the clinking sound of horses trotting along the road. It was the gendarmes. The two men had to fall back against the slope, in the tall grass, to save themselves from being knocked over.
The gendarmes passed, and as they were riding in single file, at quite a distance each from the other, this took some time. Lupin thought: "It all depends upon whether he recognized me. If so, does he intend to take his advantage? The strap of his bag had caught in a branch of thorns. Arsene Lupin hastened to release him. They looked at each other for another second.
And if anyone could have surprised them at that moment he would have beheld a stimulating sight in the first meeting of these two men, both so out of the common, so powerfully armed, both really superior characters, and inevitably destined by their special aptitudes to come into collision, like two equal forces which the order of things drives one against the other in space. Then the Englishman said: "I am much obliged to you.
They went their respective ways Lupin to the station, Holmlock Shears to the castle. The examining magistrate and the public prosecutor had left, after a long but fruitless investigation, and the others were awaiting Holmlock Shears with an amount of curiosity fully justified by his reputation. There was nothing of the novel hero about him, nothing of the enigmatic and diabolical personality which the idea of Holmlock Shears evokes in us.
However, Devanne exclaimed, with exuberant delight: "So you have come at last! This is indeed a joy! I have so long been hoping I am almost glad of what has happened, since it gives me the pleasure of seeing you. But, by the way, how did you come? I sent my motor to the landing stage to meet you "An official arrival, I suppose," growled the Englishman, "with a brass band marching ahead!
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An excellent way of helping me in my business. This uninviting tone disconcerted Devanne, who, making an t fort to jest, retorted: "The business, fortunately, is easier than I wrote to you. Arsene Lupin is gone. There is nothing left for me to do. What hap- pened last night may be repeated tomorrow, seeing that we know nothing of the most important part: how Arsene Lupin effected his entrance, how he left, and why, a few hours later, he proceeded to restore what he had stolen. But at once, please, and, as far as possible, alone. Devanne took the hint, and showed the Englishman into the guardroom.
Shears put a number of questions to him touching the previous evening, the guests who were present, and the inmates and frequenters of the castle. He next examined the two volumes of the Chronicle, compared the plans of the underground passage, made Devanne repeat the two sentences noted by the Abbe Gelis, and asked : "You're sure it was yesterday that you first spoke of those two quotations?
You might order your car. I shall leave in an hour. Which I put. Oh, the rascal! And during the course of the night Lupin found time to grasp these facts, to collect his gang, and to rob you of your property. I propose to be no less expeditious. Devanne waited in some perplexity. Is he thinking? All these facts would no doubt explain the restitution which he effected. But that is a side of the question which I have no time to go into.
The essential thing is the map of the underground passage. There's a chapel at two or three hundred yards from the castle, is there not? They are to let me know. So, I see, you consider that the underground passage ends at the chapel. What indication " Holmlock Shears interrupted him: "May I ask you to get me a ladder and a lantern? The ladder and the lantern were brought. Go up. The letters are all in relief, are they not? A quarter of a circle to the right!
How did you dis- cover that? Move it about, as you would a bolt which you were pushing or drawing. To his great astonishment, some- thing became unlatched inside. Now, if I am not mistaken, if things go as they should, the letter L will open like a shutter. The letter L opened, but Devanne tumbled off his ladder, for the whole section of the bookcase between the first and last letters of the word swung round upon a pivot and disclosed the opening of the tunnel.
Holmlock Shears asked, phlegmatically : "Have you hurt yourself? Those moving letters. Doesn't it all fit in exactly with the Sully quota- tion? On the part of a Thibermesnil, it would be an act of good courtiership to show his sovereign this masterpiece of mechanics. By the way of a memorandum, the king wrote down that is to say, the second, sixth, and twelfth letters of die word: H, R, L.
I am beginning to understand. Only, look here I can see how you get out of this room, but I can't see how Lupin got in; for, remember, he came from the outside. Lupin, therefore, had only to move them from this side of the wall. Look at this splash of oil. He even foresaw that the wheels would need greasing," said Shears, not without admiration. Follow me. Then they passed through a long tunnel whose brick walls showed traces of successive restorations, and oozed, in places, with moisture.
The ground underfoot was damp. The tunnel ended in a flight of twelve steps, followed by three other flights of twelve steps each, which they climbed with difficulty, and they emerged in a small hollow hewn out of the solid rock. The way did not go any farther. This is troublesome. I have seen all I want to. He had only to work the three letters.
A block of granite turned on a pivot. And they found themselves in the little ruined chapel of which Holmlock Shears had spoken. In the copy belonging to the Bibliotheque Nationale the drawing of the tun- nel ends on the left, as you know, in a circle, and on the right, as you do not know, in a little cross, which is so faintly marked that it can only be seen through a magnifying glass. This cross obviously points to the chapel. How is it that the mystery was never seen through? And you, in ten min- utes. It's a matter of habit.
But I thought the chauffeur hadn't returned? I can't make out.
Did you meet him? What for? Devanne said: "He saw that the riddle would be child's play to you. He has paid you a delicate compliment. The compliment pleased him. He jerked his head and said : "He's a man, that! I took his measure the moment I saw him. Victor started the engine, and they drove off. Fields, clumps of trees sped past. The gentle undulations of the Caux country leveled out before them. Suddenly Devanne's eyes were attracted to a little parcel in one of the carriage pockets. What's this? A parcel!
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It was a watch. It's your watch? Is Arsene Lupin returning you your watch? Then he must have taken it! He must have taken your watch! Oh, this is too good! Holmlock Shears's watch spirited away by Arsene Lupin! Oh, this is too funny for words! No, upon my honor. I can't help laughing! When he had done, he declared, in a tone of conviction: "Yes, he's a man, as you said. With his eyes fixed on the fleeting horizon he spoke not a word until they reached Dieppe. His silence was terrible, unfathomable, more violent than the fiercest fury.
On the landing stage he said simply, this time without betraying any anger, but in a tone that revealed all the iron will and energy of his remarkable personality: "Yes, he's a man, and a man on whose shoulder I shall have great pleasure in laying this hand with which I now grasp yours, Monsieur Devanne. Yes, the world is too small for them not to meet. And when they do.
Holmes is depicted as the president who would challenge his right? If you will loof at the frontispiece of this volume, which served as one of the original illustrations in "The Century" magazine, you will see Holmes literally towering above his colleagues The Thinking Machine, Raffles, M.
Lecoq, and others perfect symbolism on the part of that great Sherlockjan artist, Frederic Dorr Steele. Through the kindness of Mr. Alfred Gold- smith, the eminent bookseller and one of Carolyn Wells's most intimate friends , and Messrs. There was almost a complete collection of Carolyn Wells's own worlds number- ing ijo-odd different titles! Later, during the auction, Mr. But we have strayed off the main road into bibliobypaths. Certain deductions were obvious or, shall we say, ele- mentary? He was much saturniner than usual, and the others at once deduced there was something toward.
What's the prob? But of course he still had his Watson, so he put up with the indifference of the rest of the cold world. Holmes passed his brow wearily under his hand. About the middle of the line was sus- pended - "By clothes-pins? Do listen! She hung by her hands, and was evidently trying to cross from one house to the other.
By her exhausted and agonized face, the inspector feared she could not hold on much longer. He sprang from his seat to rush to her assistance, but the train had already started, and he was too late to get off. She was a society woman, it is clear, for she was robed in a chiffon evening gown, one of those roll-top things. She wore rich jewelry and dainty slippers with jeweled buckles. Her hair, unloosed from its moorings, hung in heavy masses far down her back. What does it all mean? Dupin, ever straightforward of speech.
But I will find out, if I have to raze the whole tenement block. There must be a clue somewhere. Holmes, marvelous! Find out who was the lady, what she was doing, and why she did it. Vidocq, while M. Lecoq said simultaneously, "Any footprints? Quite strange! The occupants of the tenement houses have been questioned. But, as it turns out, none of them chanced to be at home at the time of the occurrence. There was a parade in the next street, and they had all gone to see it. Well, the lady had dropped her slipper, and although the slipper was not found, it having been annexed by the tenement people who came home first, I had a chance to study the footprint.
The slipper was a two and a half D. It was too small for her. Holmes looked at him pityingly. Women always kick off their slippers when playing bridge or in an opera box or at a dinner. Coffin of Damocles, or whoever it was. But study on it, and meet here again one week from tonight, with your answers neatly typewritten on one side of the paper.
They spent their allotted seven days in the study of the problem; and a lot of the seven nights, too, for they wanted to delve into the baffling secret by sun or candlelight, as dear Mrs. Browning so poetically puts it. And when the week had fled, the Infallibles again gathered in the Fakir Street sanctum, each face wearing the smug smirk and smile of one who had quested a successful quest and was about to accept his just reward. We are told she was in full evening dress of the smartest set. I've seen 'em. They don't think anything of evening clothes at their work.
She had the illusion that she was an old over- coat and the moths had got at her. So of course she hung herself on the clothes-line. This theory of lunacy also accounts for the fact that the lady's hair was down like Ophelia's, you know. Gryce, you are an experienced deducer; what did you conclude? Gryce glued his eyes to his right boot toe, after his celebrated habit. You know, all the best ladies are keen about it. And I feel that she belonged to the Cult for the Betterment of Clothes-lines. She was by way of being a tester.
She had to go across them hand over hand, and if they bore her weight, they were passed by the censor. She had to go into the silence, or concentrate, or whatever they call it. And they always choose strange places for these thinking spells. They have to have solitude, and, as I understand it, the clothes-line was not crowded? I've read about it in the women's journals. They all want to reduce. They take all sorts of crazy exercises, and this crossing clothes-lines hand over hand is the latest.
I'll bet it took off twenty of those avoirdupois with which old Sherly credited her.
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That clever little bear was making up a new dance to thrill society next winter. You'll see. That's what it's all about. What do you know, eh? Scientific Sprague, you sometimes put over an abstruse theory, what do you say? She had been washing her hair, and was drying it. My sister always sticks her head out of the skylight; but this lady's plan is, I should judge, a more all-round success. As soon as I tell you the real solution, you will each wonder why it escaped your notice.
The lady thought she heard a mouse, so she scrambled out of the window, preferring to risk her life on the perilous clothes-line rather than stay in the dwelling where the mouse was also. It is all very simple.
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Even as they were all pondering on Holmes's superior wisdom, the telephone bell rang. We have discovered who the lady was who crossed the clothes-line, and why she did it. Of course I know! It was just one of those confounded moving-picture stunts! And why did the lady kick off her slipper? It was part of the fool plot. Until recently it existed only in a private edition, printed in for the friends of Walter M. This slim and fragile first issue is one of the most eagerly sought rarities of Holmesiana.
But in your Editors' opinion one of the most pro- vocative paragraphs Mr. Starrett ever wrote about Holmes has never appeared in print until now. Here it is a postscript from one of Mr. Starrett's letters to your Editors: "I've always wanted to do a synthetic Sherlock. I may yet do it. The reason would be to produce a Holmes adventure that I could completely admire, and which would contain everything I like the opening at the breakjast table, with a page or two of deduction; the ap- pearance of Mrs. Hudson, followed instantly by the troubled client, who would fall over the threshold in a faint; the han- som in the fog, and so on.
Someone has incautiously left the door open and the poor fellow has slipped out. Birds twittered under the neighboring eaves, and from the far end of the thoroughfare came faintly the droning cry of an umbrella-repair man; a lean cat slunk across the cobbles and disappeared into a courtway; but for the most part the street was deserted save for the eccentric individual who had called forth my exclamation.
My friend rose lazily from the chair in which he had been lounging, and came to my side, standing with long legs spread and hands in the pockets of his dressing gown. He smiled as he saw the singular personage coming along; and a personage indeed he seemed to be, despite his curious actions, for he was tall and portly, with elderly whiskers of the variety called mutton-chop, and eminently respectable. He was loping curiously, like a tired hound, lifting his knees high as he ran, and a heavy double watch-chain bounced against and re- bounded from the plump line of his figured waistcoat.
With one hand he clutched despairingly at his silk, two-gallon hat, while with the other he made strange gestures in the air in an emotion bordering upon distraction. We could almost see the spasmodic workings of his countenance. His profession, of course, is obvious. Notice the sagging pockets, despite the excellence of his clothing, and the rather exaggerated madness of his eye. He is a collector, or I am very much mistaken.
And why should he be seeking us? When we settled that last bill " "Of books," said my friend, severely. His line is Caxtons, Elzevirs, and Gutenberg Bibles; not the sordid re- minders of unpaid grocery accounts. See, he is turning in, as I ex- pected, and in a moment he will stand upon our hearthrug and tell the harrowing tale of an unique volume and its extraordinary disap- pearance.
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Consists of: Vol. All British Heinemann first editions. The Companion Volumes contain important documents which accompany the Biography and include some charming early correspondence between Winston and Lady Randolph Churchill. Approximately 9 inches tall. Condition Report Externally Spine very good condition some colour tone difference to the spines due to binding taking place over a 22 year time period. Joints good condition sound.
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Binding good condition an attractive set, tightly bound. See photos. Finely bound collection of the political works of English political theorist and economist Harold Laski. Octavos, 22 volumes, uniformly bound by Bayntun Riviere Bindery in three quarters morocco with gilt titles and raised bands to the spine, top edge gilt, marbled endpapers. In fine condition. English political theorist, economist, and professor Harold Joseph Laski served as the chairman of the British Labour Party from to and and was a professor at the London School of Economics from to Initially a promoter of pluralism, Laski shifted to a Marxist emphasis after which angered Labour leaders and came under attack by Winston Churchill in the general election.
One of Britain's most influential intellectual spokesman for socialism in the interwar years, Laski's teachings greatly inspired many aspiring leaders including Jawaharlal Nehru. The posthumously published Journals of Ayn Rand, edited by David Harriman, include a detailed description of Rand attending a New York lecture by Laski, as part of gathering material for her novel, following which she changed the physical appearance of the fictional Toohey to fit that of the actual Laski.
Published by Tinsley Brothers, London About this Item: Tinsley Brothers, London, First edition. With 11 wood-engraved plates, folding map hand-colored in outline, and 4 sketch maps. Half titles. Presentation Copy. Inscribed by Burton on the front free-endpaper, "from the author", below his ink stamp. Presentation copies of Burton's travel works are uncommon.
Burton's account of Zanzibar was written in while he was making preprations there to set out on his expedition with Speke for the source of the Nile, but the manuscript was lost for more than a decade before it resurfaced. Penzer pp Provenance: W. A fine copy With 11 wood-engraved plates, folding map hand-colored in outline, and 4 sketch maps.
Published by Bradbury and Evans, London About this Item: Bradbury and Evans, London, First edition, first issue, with the title on page 1 in rustic type; portrait of Marquis of Steyne present on p. With engraved frontispiece, engraved title-page, 38 engraved plates, and numerous engravings on steel and textual wood illustrations by the author. Cosway Binding. Van Duzer ; Grolier English 87 Bound in full red morocco, with oval Cosway-style portrait on the upper cover, a.
Fine in full red cloth slipcase With engraved frontispiece, engraved title-page, 38 engraved plates, and numerous engravings on steel and textual wood illustrations by the author. Published by Camden, NJ From: Charles Agvent, est. About this Item: Camden, NJ, Author's Edition. Bound in full green polished calf leather by Bayntun Riviere with double gilt rules, gilt spine decorations with the date in gilt at the bottom, contrasting gilt-lettered morocco spine labels, five raised bands, gilt dentelles, all edges gilt, marbled endpapers, ad leaf at rear for Whitman's Works.
BAL with or copies printed with a photographic frontispiece of Whitman. Clement Templeton was a British concert master who in the s presided over the Harrow Music School's efforts to promote good music through inexpensive concerts. He was considered a socialist for his attempts to interest working people in music associated at the time with the upper classes.
Volume III: Templeton's ownership signature on a front blank. Bright, clean copy beautifully bound. Fine in a Fine green cloth slipcase. Published by J. About this Item: J. First edition, third issue with 'Tales of the Sea' corrected on contents page. Finely bound by Bayntun Riviere of Bath. Full blue calf with contrasting red and green title labels, all edges gilt with marbled endpapers.
Contents nice and clean, as are front and rear covers with just a few very small, unobtrusive and isolated indentations, mainly to the front; mild soiling to top edge. A very attractive and well-preserved binding. Published by London: Published at R. Ackermann s Repository of Arts.
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About this Item: London: Published at R. First separate edition. Imperial 8vo. Mathias-Gabriel Lory , like his father, achieved great renown as an artist of Alpine subjects. His works are difficult to find in any edition, though the original on which the present work was based - Voyage pittoresque dans l'Oberland bernois Paris, - has become particularly scarce. This suggests that he had access to some of Lory's designs before the Paris publication of the work. However, as Abbey points out, there are differences in the titles to some of the plates.
The illustrations in this English edition include scenes in and about Thun, Unterseen, Interlaken, and excellent views of the glaciers of Grindelwald and Roselouvi, and of the Jungfrau reference being made in the text to the ascent by the Meyer brothers. Published by Francis Westley About this Item: Francis Westley, Published by Charles Scribners, New York First edition, second printing of Fitzgerald's magnum opus.
Octavo, bound in full morocco by Bayntun-Riviere with gilt titles and tooling to the spine in six compartments within raised gilt bands, all edges gilt, inner dentelles, marbled endpapers. A very sharp example. In , Fitzgerald announced his decision to write "something new--something extraordinary and beautiful and simple and intricately patterned.
A portrait of the Jazz Age in all of its decadence and excess, Gatsby captured the spirit of the author's generation and earned itself a permanent place in American mythology. Cyril Connolly called The Great Gatsby one of the half dozen best American novels: "Gatsby remains a prose poem of delight and sadness which has by now introduced two generations to the romance of America, as Huckleberry Finn and Leaves of Grass introduced those before it" Modern Movement Consistently gaining popularity after World War II, the novel became an important part of American high school curricula.
It was the basis for numerous stage and film adaptations. Gatsby had four film adaptations, with two exceptionally big-budget versions: the version starring Robert Redford and Mia Farrow, as well as Baz Luhrmann's version starring Leonardo DiCaprio, Tobey Maguire and Carrie Mulligan. Fitzgerald's granddaughter praised Lurhmann's adaptation, stating "Scott would be proud.
Published by George Newnes About this Item: George Newnes, Second edition published by George Newnes in This copy has been rebound in half leather by Bayntun-Riviere in Bath. Five raised bands on the spine and a flower motif along with the title and date in gilt. It is in a lovely near fine condition. All of the pages are remarkably clean without any foxing or spotting and there is no ink on the pages. Overall it is in a very nice near fine condition. The Sherlock Holmes story is set in Published by John Murray, London About this Item: John Murray, London,
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