Excerpt from The House of Broken Dreams: A Memory IT was in the morning, towards noontide, when you came. The dawn flushed across a beauteous world where soft airs blew; the breath of violets was everywhere; crystal dewdrops sparkled on the lawn; the birds sang in merry chorus from the bougainvillea outside our window. And it was, oh, how heavenly dear and glad the day Soft footsteps moved in the shadowy room, kind hands fulfilled their gentle offices, and presently your little lonely cry rang out, the cry of the firstborn. 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.