Excerpt from New Wine Lord kilmore stretched out his hand for the nut crackers and deliberately split his walnut before replying. The port wine glass stood at his elbow, the decanter in front of him - both Of heavy Old - fashioned cut glass. Port was the only wine he cared for. Yet he did not look like a man nourished on port wine: his thin, chiseled face was of the color of Old ivory. Though he never spoke of his health and was as active as most men, there was a stamp as Of some unadmitted illness upon him; his ges tures had an unconscious languor; the thick black hair was silvered - prematurely, since he was, as Debrett would tell you, scarcely over fifty. -his eyes were blue cold and brilliant eyes, that Spoke of restless energies, tormented desires, never fulfilled. The contrast between the driving force of the spirit, expressed by his glance and speech, and the weariness of all his movements, made a curious impression - an un pleasant one. But then he was not a pleasant man. It was doubtful if any one had love for him, even those two motherless sons to whom he was, paradox of his nature, at once the most indulgent and the most arbitrary of parents. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.