Fallen Fortunes
"By the beard of the Prophet, we are in luck's way at last, Dicon; for if that be not the armies of the French and the Allies drawn up in battle array, my name is not Grey Dumaresq!" The speaker had just pushed his horse over the brow of a slope which he and his servant had for some time been mounting, through the steamy warmth of a foggy May morning. The thick haze which lay heavy in this region of marshy ground had hidden the surrounding country from them hitherto; but as they reached the summit of the gradual rise they had been ascending, the cloud wreaths suddenly drifted away, and the sun began to shine out upon the undulating plain stretched before their eyes; and lo, the plain was alive with squadrons of soldiers-infantry, cavalry, artillery-drawn up in battle array; and the note of the bugle rang through the air, whilst away in the distance, on the opposite side of the plain, there was a movement which told that already the battle had begun. A sullen roar from the guns boomed forth, and the whole plain shook with the reverberation. Great masses of smoke rolled along and slowly dispersed after each salvo; but it was upon the evolutions of the bodies of horsemen and footmen that the keen eyes of the youthful traveller were intently fixed.
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Fallen Fortunes
"By the beard of the Prophet, we are in luck's way at last, Dicon; for if that be not the armies of the French and the Allies drawn up in battle array, my name is not Grey Dumaresq!" The speaker had just pushed his horse over the brow of a slope which he and his servant had for some time been mounting, through the steamy warmth of a foggy May morning. The thick haze which lay heavy in this region of marshy ground had hidden the surrounding country from them hitherto; but as they reached the summit of the gradual rise they had been ascending, the cloud wreaths suddenly drifted away, and the sun began to shine out upon the undulating plain stretched before their eyes; and lo, the plain was alive with squadrons of soldiers-infantry, cavalry, artillery-drawn up in battle array; and the note of the bugle rang through the air, whilst away in the distance, on the opposite side of the plain, there was a movement which told that already the battle had begun. A sullen roar from the guns boomed forth, and the whole plain shook with the reverberation. Great masses of smoke rolled along and slowly dispersed after each salvo; but it was upon the evolutions of the bodies of horsemen and footmen that the keen eyes of the youthful traveller were intently fixed.
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Fallen Fortunes

Fallen Fortunes

by Evelyn Everett-Green
Fallen Fortunes

Fallen Fortunes

by Evelyn Everett-Green

Overview

"By the beard of the Prophet, we are in luck's way at last, Dicon; for if that be not the armies of the French and the Allies drawn up in battle array, my name is not Grey Dumaresq!" The speaker had just pushed his horse over the brow of a slope which he and his servant had for some time been mounting, through the steamy warmth of a foggy May morning. The thick haze which lay heavy in this region of marshy ground had hidden the surrounding country from them hitherto; but as they reached the summit of the gradual rise they had been ascending, the cloud wreaths suddenly drifted away, and the sun began to shine out upon the undulating plain stretched before their eyes; and lo, the plain was alive with squadrons of soldiers-infantry, cavalry, artillery-drawn up in battle array; and the note of the bugle rang through the air, whilst away in the distance, on the opposite side of the plain, there was a movement which told that already the battle had begun. A sullen roar from the guns boomed forth, and the whole plain shook with the reverberation. Great masses of smoke rolled along and slowly dispersed after each salvo; but it was upon the evolutions of the bodies of horsemen and footmen that the keen eyes of the youthful traveller were intently fixed.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781023179959
Publisher: Anson Street Press
Publication date: 03/28/2025
Pages: 148
Product dimensions: 6.14(w) x 9.21(h) x 0.38(d)

About the Author

Evelyn Ward Everett-Green was an English novelist known for her versatile writing career that spanned from moral stories for children to historical fiction aimed at older girls and later adult romantic fiction. Born to Mary Anne Everett Green and George Pycock Everett Green, she developed a strong literary foundation that allowed her to craft narratives appealing to a wide audience. Her early works focused on pious and instructive tales intended to impart moral lessons to young readers. As her career progressed, she shifted towards more complex historical fiction, often exploring the lives and challenges of young women in past eras. Eventually, she embraced adult romantic fiction, showcasing her ability to adapt to changing literary tastes. Throughout her life, she remained committed to storytelling that combined entertainment with education. Her broad body of work reflects a deep understanding of character development and social dynamics, marking her as a significant figure in English literature of her time. She passed away at age 75 in Funchal, Portugal, leaving behind a rich literary legacy.
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