A stirring tale of a man who escapes from civilization to the orange groves of the Georgia coast and the woman he found there.
e. Her white dress, although simply and rudely made, gained distinction from her free, graceful lines; her feet, in black, heelless slippers, were narrow and sharply cut. He saw that her countenance bore an even pallor on which her eyes made shadows like those on marble.
These details, unremarkable in themselves, were charged with a peculiar intensity. John Woolfolk, who long ago had put such considerations from his existence, was yet clearly conscious of the disturbing quality of her person. She possessed the indefinable property of charm. Such women, he knew, stirred life profoundly, reanimating it with extraordinary efforts and desires. Their mere passage, the pressure of their fingers, were more imperative than the life service of others; the flutter of their breath could be more tyrannical that the most poignant memories and vows.
John Woolfolk thought these things in a manner absolutely detached. They touched him at no point. Nevertheless, the faint curiosity stirred within him remained. T
Fascinating novella about a man who sails his yacht into a remote Georgia bay where he discovers a crumbling Civil War mansion populated by a beautiful young woman, her erratic father and a hulking, mentally disturbed employee. Compellingly written, this tale builds interest and suspense with each page, and races to a blood-pounding conclusion. Highly recommend.