Synopsis
This is an EXACT reproduction of a book published before 1923. This IS NOT an OCR'd book with strange characters, introduced typographical errors, and jumbled words. This book may have occasional imperfections such as missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. that were either part of the original artifact, or were introduced by the scanning process. We believe this work is turally important, and despite the imperfections, have elected to bring it back into print as part of our continuing commitment to the preservation of printed works worldwide. We appreciate your understanding of the imperfections in the preservation process, and hope you enjoy this valuable book.
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Présentation de l'éditeur
The living-room of Mr. Gomisli shouse was a large, pleasant, rectangular room. I ts low-beamed ceiling was undefaced by chandeliers, but there were two electric reading-lamps, at once handsome and efficient, and numerous side-lights made to imitate candles. On the walls, that were hung with rough-grained paper of a warm yellow tone, were displayed a few excellent, tastefully framed, correctly chosen prints of famous pictures Ambrogio de Predis profile portrait of a girl (that Annette Cornish was perfectly aware did not represent Beatrice d Este and was not by Leonardo), a group of three figures from Botticelli s Spring, a Titian portrait and two watercolours, harmless rather than bad. The furniture heavy oblong table, heavy easy arm-chairs, grand piano was of mahogany, and the heavy curtains that hung undraped over the windows were mahogany in colour. It was not a room that could either have shocked you or have made you cry out in pleasure; but it bore quiet witness to wealth, and it exhaled especially an aroma of comfort. It was too obviously at ease not to be characteristic of the whole house. Annette Cornish, looking about her, discerned nothing out of place; and it was less from any real need than from the sense of faintly nervous idleness which the most experienced woman will feel in the last empty minutes preceding an entertainment where she is to be hostess that she set about loosening the roses in a vase on the table. Annette was a woman of thirty-one; but even out-ofdoors in broad day she might easily have passed for twenty-seven.
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