by F. Marion Crawford (Author)
"I wonder what he meant by it," said Sylvia, turning again in her chair, so that the summer light, softened and tinted by the drawn blinds, might fall upon the etching she held. "My dear," answered Colonel Wimpole, stretching out his still graceful legs, leaning back in his chair, and slowly joining his nervous but handsome hands, "nobody knows."
Number of Pages: 116
Dimensions: 0.24 x 9.02 x 5.98 IN
Publication Date: December 11, 2016