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Excerpt from The Wind Between the Worlds Mrs. Peter Harvey came down at ten o'clock in the morning of this winter day of the Boston of 1918, to the second floor sitting-room which was especially hers, and, early though it was, she found her mother, Madam Brooke, a small woman of something over eighty, there before her. Mrs. Harvey, who also was small, with a plump abundance of delicate flesh, her pink face massaged to the extreme of scientific art unremittingly pursued, her shining white hair waved in a perfection that flouted nature, hurried up to her mother sitting there by the fire, a table with book, glass and handkerchief at her side, and kissed her soft cheek. "Darling," said she, "what does make you get up so early?" Madam Brooke owed nothing to massage, beguiling gloss out of a bottle or the best of pink powder. She was, though much given to laces and soft fabrics hung with the faintest garden scent, an old-fashioned old woman, very sweet, from her wholesome habits, but borrowing nothing from the expedients of age not yet accommodated to itself. She was as different from even a suggestion of youth as an exquisitely modeled seed vessel, with gossamer wings to carry it in capricious yet decreed wanderings on strong winds, is from the flower that bloomed to make the seed or that other flower, its child. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
