Excerpt from The Red-Bridge Neighborhood, a Novel: Illustrated by Clifford Carleton IT was young Nawn who was pounding; he was driving tacks into a carpet on the floor of his best room. The hammer, owing to the stillness of the country at this early hour, resounded far over the fields and down the road. It came to the ears of a man who was driving along this road, and who pulled in his horse to listen. He was an old man, but he looked strong, and good for many years to come. He had a brown face, with straight features and high, narrow forehead. He was not bald, but still retained thick, picturesque gray hair that stood out like a kind of frame. His eyes, when he looked at you, made you, if you were sensitive or had nerves, wince and Wish to turn away. If you showed this desire on your part, Mr. Nawn senior would smile slightly and make his glance sharp er still. But, for all this Sharpness, the Old gentleman had a great liking for a pretty woman, and a gallant way with one even yet; a pretty woman was made to excite a man's admiration, but a man was a fool who became serious over even the most beautiful of all feminine creations. 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.