Where Angels Fear to Tread - The Original Classic Edition
ISBN: , SKU: , AUTHOR: E. M. Forster, PUBLISHER: Tebbo, Finally available, a high quality book of the original clong>asong>sic edition of Where Angels Fear to Tread. This is a new and freshly published edition of this culturally important work by E. M. Forster, which is now, at long>asong>t, again available to you. Enjoy this clong>asong>sic work today. These selected paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside Where Angels Fear to Tread: Gothard tunnel, presaging the future; the view of the Ticino and Lago Maggiore ong>asong> the train climbed the slopes of Monte Cenere; the view of Lugano, the view of Como-Italy gathering thick around her now-the arrival at her first resting-place, when, after long driving through dark and dirty streets, she should at long>asong>t behold, amid the roar of trams and the glare of arc lamps, the buttresses of the cathedral of Milan....Harriet, if she had been alloong>weong>d, would have driven Lilia to an open rupture, and, what wong>asong> worse, she would have done the same to Philip two years before, when he returned full of pong>asong>sion for Italy, and ridiculing Sawston and its ways....Herriton flew to a registry office, failed; flew to another, failed again; came home, wong>asong> told by the housemaid that things seemed so unsettled that she had better leave ong>asong> ong>weong>ll; had tea, wrote six letters, wong>asong> interrupted by cook and housemaid, both ong>weong>eping, ong>asong>king her pardon, and imploring to be taken back....ong>Asong> they drew near, Philip saw the heads of people gathering black upon the walls, and he ong>knewong> ong>weong>ll what wong>asong> happening-how the news wong>asong> spreading that a stranger wong>asong> in sight, and the beggars ong>weong>re aroused from their content and bid to adjust their deformities; how the alabong>asong>ter man wong>asong> running for his wares, and the Authorized Guide running for his peaked cap and his two cards of recommendation-one from Miss MGee, Maida Vale, the other, less valuable, from an Equerry to the Queen of Peru; how some one else wong>asong> running to tell the landlady of the Stella dItalia to put on her pearl necklace and brown boots and empty the slops from the spare bedroom; and how the landlady wong>asong> running to tell Lilia and her boy that their fate wong>asong> at hand....Afterwards, in the church, I prayed for us all; not for anything new, but that ong>weong> might just be ong>asong> ong>weong> ong>weong>re-he with the child he loved, you and I and Harriet safe out of the place-and that I might never see ong>himong> or speak to ong>himong> again.