Book-bot.com - read famous books online for free

Manalive by G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton
page 43 of 213 (20%)
and start looking! Open your eyes, and you'll wake up in
the New Jerusalem.

"All is gold that glitters--
Tree and tower of brass;
Rolls the golden evening air
Down the golden grass.
Kick the cry to Jericho,
How yellow mud is sold;
All is gold that glitters,
For the glitter is the gold."


"And who wrote that?" asked Rosamund, amused.

"No one will ever write it," answered Smith, and cleared the rockery
with a flying leap.

"Really," said Rosamund to Michael Moon, "he ought to be sent to an asylum.
Don't you think so?"

"I beg your pardon," inquired Michael, rather sombrely; his long,
swarthy head was dark against the sunset, and, either by accident or mood,
he had the look of something isolated and even hostile amid the social
extravagance of the garden.

"I only said Mr. Smith ought to go to an asylum," repeated the lady.

The lean face seemed to grow longer and longer, for Moon was
unmistakably sneering. "No," he said; "I don't think it's
DigitalOcean Referral Badge