Trevlyn Hold

The fine summer had faded into autumn, and the autumn would soon be fading into winter. All signs of harvest had disappeared. The farmers had gathered the golden grain into their barns; the meads looked bare, and the partridges hid themselves in the stubble left by the reapers. Perched on the top of a stile which separated one field from another, was a boy of some fifteen years. Several books, a strap passed round to keep them together, were flung over his shoulder, and he sat throwing stones into a pond close by, softly whistling as he did so. The stones came out of his pocket. Whether stored there for the purpose to which they were now being put, was best known to himself. He was a slender, well-made boy, with finely-shaped features, a clear complexion, and eyes dark and earnest. A refined face; a good face-and you have not to learn that the face is the index of the mind. An index that never fails for those gifted with the power to read the human countenance.

• | Author: Henry Wood
• | Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
• | Publication Date: Sep 17, 2018
• | Number of Pages: 546 pages
• | Language: English
• | Binding: Paperback
• | ISBN-10: 1979857369
• | ISBN-13: 9781979857369