Christopher shrugged his shoulders; whatever Brun might say human beings were more than summaries, prophecies, conclusions.
As he looked towards the trees and felt a little breeze caress his face with, he could swear, some salt of the sea, he thought of the human beings who were his friends--Rachel, Roddy, Lizzie, Francis.
And then it seemed to him that, out of the trees, down the shining surface of Portland Place, a figure came towards him--the figure of Rachel"s child.
NOVELS BY HUGH WALPOLE
_STUDIES IN PLACE_
THE WOODEN HORSE MARAd.i.c.k AT FORTY THE G.o.dS AND MR. PERRIN
_TWO PROLOGUES_
THE PRELUDE TO ADVENTURE FORt.i.tUDE
_THE RISING CITY_
1. THE d.u.c.h.eSS OF WREXE 2. THE GREEN MIRROR (_In preparation_)