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- Author: Ernest Raymond
- Publisher: Hesperides Press
- Year: 2008
- Pages: 332
- ISBN-10: 1443724734
- ISBN-13: 9781443724739
- Format: 14 x 21.6 x 2.2 cm, hardcover
- Language: English
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In the year that the Colonel died he took little Rupert to see the swallows fly away. I can find no better beginning than that. When there devolved upon me as a labour of love the editing of Rupert Ray's book, "Tell England," I carried the manuscript into my room one bright autumn afternoon, and read it during the fall of a soft evening, till the light failed, and my eyes burned with the strain of reading in the dark. I could hardly leave his ingenuous tale to rise and turn on the gas. Nor, perhaps, did I want such artificial brightness. There are times when one prefers the twilight. Doubtless the tale held me fascinated because it revealed the schooldays of those boys whom I met in their young manhood, and told afresh that wild old Gallipoli adventure which I shared with them. Though, sadly enough, I take Heaven to witness that I was not the idealized creature whom Rupert portrays. God bless them, how these boys will idealize us!
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- Author: Ernest Raymond
- Publisher: Hesperides Press
- Year: 2008
- Pages: 332
- ISBN-10: 1443724734
- ISBN-13: 9781443724739
- Format: 14 x 21.6 x 2.2 cm, hardcover
- Language: English English
In the year that the Colonel died he took little Rupert to see the swallows fly away. I can find no better beginning than that. When there devolved upon me as a labour of love the editing of Rupert Ray's book, "Tell England," I carried the manuscript into my room one bright autumn afternoon, and read it during the fall of a soft evening, till the light failed, and my eyes burned with the strain of reading in the dark. I could hardly leave his ingenuous tale to rise and turn on the gas. Nor, perhaps, did I want such artificial brightness. There are times when one prefers the twilight. Doubtless the tale held me fascinated because it revealed the schooldays of those boys whom I met in their young manhood, and told afresh that wild old Gallipoli adventure which I shared with them. Though, sadly enough, I take Heaven to witness that I was not the idealized creature whom Rupert portrays. God bless them, how these boys will idealize us!
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