The Marquis of Lossie
It was one of those exquisite days that come in every winter, in which it seems no longer the dead body, but the lovely ghost of summer. Such a day bears to its sister of the happier time something of the relation the marble statue bears to the living form; the sense it awakes of beauty is more abstract, more ethereal; it lifts the soul into a higher region than will summer day of lordliest splendour. It is like the love that loss has purified.
- Paperback | 150 pages
- 215.9 x 279.4 x 8.64mm | 449.05g
- 09 Jun 2015
- Illustrations, black and white