The Root of Evil (Classic Reprint): A Novel - Couverture souple

Dixon, Thomas

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ISBN 10 : 1330041844 ISBN 13 : 9781330041840

Editeur : Forgotten Books, 2018

Synopsis

Hook line : A daring tale of wealth, power, and desire that tests a young man's limits in a world where money rules all.

In New York and back home in the South, a young Southerner dreams big. The story follows a man whose ambition grows into a thirst for control, and a woman whose loyalty hides more than it reveals. As money, politics, and social fame collide, the pull of a shadow kingdom behind the markets and mansions pulls everyone toward a dangerous crossroads. The book centers on choice, temptation, and the high cost of chasing power.

• Explore how wealth reshapes relationships, loyalty, and personal ethics.
• See the clash between romantic hope and the lure of a vast, hidden influence.
• Follow the strain between public success and private motive as pressures mount.
• Meet a cast of characters who navigate love, ambition, and the price of control.

Ideal for readers who enjoy brisk, character-driven dramas about ambition, power, and the costs of pursuing both love and influence in a high-stakes world.

A propos du livre

Présentation de l'éditeur

At the end of a warm spring day in New York, James Stuart sat in the open window of his room on Washington Square, smiling. With a sense of deep joy he watched the trees shake the raindrops from their new emerald robes, and the flying clouds that flecked the Western sky melt into seas of purple and gold. A huckster turned into Fourth Street, crying: "Straw—berries! Straw—berries!" And the young lawyer laughed lazily. The chatter of the sparrows, the shouts of children in the Square and the huckster's drawling call seemed the subtones of a strangely beautiful oratorio of nature into which every sound of earth had softly melted. Even the roar of the elevated trains on Sixth Avenue and the screech of their wheels as the cars turned the corner of the filthy street in the rear were music. A secret joy filled the world. Nothing could break its spell—not even the devilish incessant rattle of the machine hammers flattening the heads of the rivets on the huge steel warehouse of the American Chemical Company rising across the avenue. The music he heard was from within, and the glory of life was shining from his eyes. Again the huckster's cry rang over the Square: "Straw—berries! Straw—berries!" The dreamer closed his eyes and smiled. A flood of tender memories stole into his heart from the sunlit fields of the South. He had gone hunting wild strawberries with Nan Primrose on the hills at home in North Carolina the day he first knew that he loved her. How beautiful she was that day in the plain blue cotton dress which fitted her superb young figure to perfection! How well he remembered every detail of that ramble over the red hills—he could hear now the whistle of a bob white sitting on the fence near the spring where they lunched, calling to his mate. As Nan nestled closer on the old stile, they saw the little brown bird slip from her nest in a clump of straw, lift her head, and softly answer. "Look!" Nan had whispered excitedly. "There's her nest!" He recalled distinctly his tremor of sympathetic excitement as her warm hand drew him to the spot. With peculiar vividness he remembered the extraordinary moisture of the palm of her hand trembling with eager interest as he counted the eggs—twenty beauties. But above all memories stood out one! As he bent close above her he caught for the first time in his life the delicate perfume of her dark rich hair and felt the thrill of its mystery. "It's their little home, isn't it, Jim!" she exclaimed. "I hope I can build as snug a nest for you some day, Nan!" he whispered gravely. And when she stood silent and blushing, he made the final plunge. Looking straight into her dark eyes he had said: "I love you, dear Nan!" As she stood very still, looking down in silence, with a throb of fear and aching tenderness he dared to slip his arm around her waist and kiss the trembling lips. And then he noticed for the first time a deep red strawberry stain in the corner of her mouth. In spite of her struggles he laughingly insisted on kissing it away—a fact which led to his first revelation of her character—could he ever forget the glory and wonder of it! She had seized his arms, gasping for breath. "Don't—don't, Jim—I can't stand that any more!" And then as a dreamy smile stole into her face she suddenly threw her own arms around his neck in passionate tenderness, returning with interest every kiss he had taken— "Straw—berries!" The man looked up and drawled his familiar cry. "Yes—Yes!" he shouted. "Two boxes. Put them on the stoop—and keep the change!" He threw the man a silver dollar, and the white teeth of the Italian signalled a smile of thanks as he bowed low, lifting his dirty cap in acknowledgment. Nor was Nan's beauty merely a memory, it was the living presence, the source of the joy that filled his soul to overflowing to-day, for she had grown more beautiful than ever since her mother had moved to New York.

Présentation de l'éditeur

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Détails de l'édition

• Éditeur: Forgotten Books
• Date d'édition: 2018
• Langue: anglais
• ISBN 10: 1330041844
• ISBN 13: 9781330041840
• Reliure: Broché
• Nombre de pages: 435
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