Where Angels Fear to Tread - The Original Classic Edition

Finally available, a high quality book of the original classic edition of Where Angels Fear to Tread.

This is a new and freshly published edition of this culturally important work by E. M. Forster, which is now, at last, again available to you.

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Gothard tunnel, presaging the future; the view of the Ticino and Lago Maggiore as the train climbed the slopes of Monte Cenere; the view of Lugano, the view of Como-Italy gathering thick around her now-the arrival at her first resting-place, when, after long driving through dark and dirty streets, she should at last behold, amid the roar of trams and the glare of arc lamps, the buttresses of the cathedral of Milan.

...Harriet, if she had been allowed, would have driven Lilia to an open rupture, and, what was worse, she would have done the same to Philip two years before, when he returned full of passion for Italy, and ridiculing Sawston and its ways.

...Herriton flew to a registry office, failed; flew to another, failed again; came home, was told by the housemaid that things seemed so unsettled that she had better leave as well; had tea, wrote six letters, was interrupted by cook and housemaid, both weeping, asking her pardon, and imploring to be taken back.

...As they drew near, Philip saw the heads of people gathering black upon the walls, and he knew well what was happening-how the news was spreading that a stranger was in sight, and the beggars were aroused from their content and bid to adjust their deformities; how the alabaster man was running for his wares, and the Authorized Guide running for his peaked cap and his two cards of recommendation-one from Miss MGee, Maida Vale, the other, less valuable, from an Equerry to the Queen of Peru; how some one else was running to tell the landlady of the Stella dItalia to put on her pearl necklace and brown boots and empty the slops from the spare bedroom; and how the landlady was running to tell Lilia and her boy that their fate was at hand.

...Afterwards, in the church, I prayed for us all; not for anything new, but that we might just be as we were-he with the child he loved, you and I and Harriet safe out of the place-and that I might never see him or speak to him again.

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