The Far Horizon - Lucas Malet - Bog

The Far Horizon is a historical fiction novel written by Lucas Malet. The story is set in the late 19th century and revolves around the life of a young woman named Hester Gresley. Hester is a wealthy heiress who is engaged to a man named Sir Charles Vanburgh. However, Hester is not content with her life and feels trapped by society's expectations of her. She longs for adventure and freedom.When Hester meets a young man named Laurence Morland, she is immediately drawn to him. Laurence is a painter and a free spirit who has traveled the world. He is everything that Hester wants to be. The two fall in love and Hester begins to question her engagement to Sir Charles.As Hester and Laurence's relationship deepens, they decide to embark on a journey together to explore the world. They travel to exotic locations and encounter a variety of cultures and people. Along the way, they face challenges and obstacles that test their love and commitment to each other.The Far Horizon is a tale of love, adventure, and self-discovery. It explores themes of societal expectations, freedom, and the search for meaning in life. The novel is beautifully written and transports the reader to different parts of the world, immersing them in the sights, sounds, and smells of each location. It is a must-read for anyone who loves historical fiction and stories of adventure and romance.1906. Lucas Malet was the pen name of English novelist, Mrs. Mary St. Leger Harrison. The author�������s first novel since The History of Sir Richard Calmady. It begins: Dominic Iglesias stood watching while the lingering June twilight darkened into night. He was tired in body, but his mind was eminently, consciously awake, to the point of restlessness, and this was unusual with him. He had raised the lower sash of each of the three tall, narrow windows to its extreme height, since the first-floor sitting-room, though of fair proportions, appeared close. His thought refused the limits of it, and ranged outward over the expanse of Trimmer�������s Green, the roadway and houses bordering it, to the far northwest, that region of hurried storm, of fierce, equinoctial passion and conflict, now paved with plaques of flat, dingy, violet cloud opening on smoky rose-red wastes of London sunset. All day thunder had threatened, but had not broken. And, even yet, the face of heaven seemed less peaceful than remonstrant, a sullenness holding it as of troops in retreat denied satisfaction of imminent battle.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.