4175827The Lone Adventurehttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/the-lone-adventure-9781465649812/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/2597836/18c71316-f99d-4403-8e9a-50fc174b8b02.jpg?v=63838419224023000092102MXNLibrary of AlexandriaInStock/Ebooks/4111608The Lone Adventure92102https://www.gandhi.com.mx/the-lone-adventure-9781465649812/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/2597836/18c71316-f99d-4403-8e9a-50fc174b8b02.jpg?v=638384192240230000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20229781465649812_W3siaWQiOiJiZTA4YTk3Ny0zMDc5LTQyZGYtYjFlZC1kZDcxYjg1Y2ZmZTciLCJsaXN0UHJpY2UiOjk5LCJkaXNjb3VudCI6MCwic2VsbGluZ1ByaWNlIjo5OSwiaW5jbHVkZXNUYXgiOnRydWUsInByaWNlVHlwZSI6Ildob2xlc2FsZSIsImN1cnJlbmN5IjoiTVhOIiwiZnJvbSI6IjIwMjQtMDgtMjJUMDk6MDA6MDBaIiwidG8iOiIyMDI0LTA5LTE1VDIzOjU5OjU5WiIsInJlZ2lvbiI6Ik1YIiwiaXNQcmVvcmRlciI6ZmFsc2V9LHsiaWQiOiI4OWM5NDkwNS1mNzdjLTQxOGItOThjMi01NzZjYmQzMjNiM2IiLCJsaXN0UHJpY2UiOjk0LCJkaXNjb3VudCI6MCwic2VsbGluZ1ByaWNlIjo5NCwiaW5jbHVkZXNUYXgiOnRydWUsInByaWNlVHlwZSI6Ildob2xlc2FsZSIsImN1cnJlbmN5IjoiTVhOIiwiZnJvbSI6IjIwMjQtMDktMTZUMDA6MDA6MDBaIiwicmVnaW9uIjoiTVgiLCJpc1ByZW9yZGVyIjpmYWxzZX1d9781465649812_<p>In a gorge of the moors, not far away as the crow flies from Pendle Hill, stood a grim, rambling house known to the heath-men as Windyhough. It had been fortified once; but afterwards, in times of ease, successive owners had thought more of dice and hunting than of warfare, and within-doors the house was furnished with a comfort that belied its loopholed walls. It stood in the county of Lancaster, famed for its loyalty and for the beauty of its womentwo qualities that often run togetherand there had been Royds at Windyhough since Norman William first parcelled out the County Palatine among the strong men of his following. The Royd pride had been deep enough, yet chivalrous and warm-hearted, as of men whose history is an open book, not fearing scrutiny but asking it. The heir of it allhouse, and name, and lusty pridecame swinging over the moor-crest that gave him a sight of Windyhough, lying far below in the haze of the November afternoon. It was not Ruperts fault that he was the heir, and less strong of body than others of his race. It was not his fault that Lady Royd, his mother, had despised him from infancy, because he broke the tradition of his house that all its sons must needs be strong and good to look at. The heir stood on the windy summit, his gun under his arm, and looked over the rolling, never-ending sweep of hills. The sun, big and ruddy, was dipping over Pendles rounded slope, and all the hollows in between were luminous and still. He forgot his lonelinessforgot that he could not sit a horse with ease or pleasure to himself; forgot that he was shy of his equals, shy of the country-folk who met him on the road, that his one respite from the burden of the day was to get up into the hills which God had set there for a sanctuary. Very still, and straight to his full height, this man of five-and-twenty stood watching the pageant of the suns down-going. It was home and liberty to him, this rough land where all was peat and heather, and the running cry of streams afraid of loneliness, and overhead the snow-clouds thrusting forward from the east across the western splendour of blue, and red, and sapphire. He shivered suddenly. As of old, his soul was bigger than the strength of his lean body, and he looked down at Windyhough with misgiving, for he was spent with hunger and long walking over the hills he loved. He thought of his father, kind always and tolerant of his heirs infirmities; of his mother, colder than winter on the hills; of Maurice, his younger brother by three years, who could ride well, could show prowess in field-sports, and in all things carry himself like the true heir of Windyhough.</p>...9781465649812_Library of Alexandrialibro_electonico_fbfd073e-9b04-3b0f-8e90-b572648fcfc1_9781465649812;9781465649812_9781465649812Halliwell SutcliffeInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/markmoxford-epub-c2d7ac17-ddf1-4bb9-9961-561199303883.epub2022-02-14T00:00:00+00:00Library of Alexandria