Excerpt from The Strange Woman Young John Hemingway awoke, on this particular May morning, with the first drowsy click of the first sparrow. Consciousness, on the instant, clasped him. It was as if he had suddenly been immersed in water. He wondered, a little impatiently, that he had been able to sleep at all. How could he, when this was his Great Day, his Golden Threshold, the beginning of the Adventure with all that it might come to mean! Dawn, a square grey cloth, hung at his window. Behind it now more sparrows stirred, myriads of them, in a shrill clamour. Their thin Voices sounded querulous, almost angry. 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.