Excerpt from Three Feathers: A Novel It was, indeed, a nice house - a quaint, old-fashioned, strongly-built place, that had withstood the western gales for some hundred and fifty years. And it was set amid beautiful trees, and it overlooked a picturesque little valley, and from the garden terrace in front of it you could catch a glimpse of a tiny harbor on the Cornish coast, with its line of blue water passing out through the black rocks to the sea beyond. And Why Shouldn't the blinds be down? Said the old lady. It's the anniversary of your father's death. It's always the anniversary of somebody's death, her grand-son said, impatiently flicking at a standard rose with his riding-switch; and it's nothing but snivel, snivel, from morning till night, with the droning of the organ in the chapel, and burning of incense all about the place, and everybody and everything dressed in black, and the Whole house haunted by parsons. The parsons about the neighbor hood ain't enough - they must come from all parts of the country, and you run against 'em in the hall, and you knock them over when you're riding out at the gate, and just when you expect to get a pheasant or two at the place you know, out jumps a brace of parsons that have been picking brambles. 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.