Excerpt from Olive, Vol. 1 of 2: A NovelSuch was the first greeting ever received by my heroine, Olive Rothesay. However, she would be then entitled neither a heroine nor even Olive Rothesay, being a small nameless concretion of humanity, in colour and consistency strongly resembling the red earth, whence was taken the father of all nations. NO fore shadowing of the coming life brightened her purple pinched-up, withered face, which, as in all new-born children, bore such a ridiculous likeness to extreme old age. NO tone of the all-expressive human voice thrilled through the unconscious wail that was her first utter ance, and in her wide-open meaningless eyes had never dawned the beautiful human soul. There she lay, as you and I, reader, with all our compeers, lay once a helpless lump of breathing esh, faintly stirred by animal life, and scarce at all by that inner life which we call spirit. And, if we thus look back, half in compassion, half in humiliation, at our infantile.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books.

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