Excerpt from Forward House: A RomanceFrom my front porch I can see both east and west along the disused road that was the trod den path of the hardy fishing folk to their look out on the point when East Crag was a bigger place with ships at sea. All that is past now, and the road serves only me, as my avenue to the village when I have to go that way, and to the ocean when my mood draws me to her. From here I look to the sea's edge on one side, and to the crest of the hill where the road dives abruptly down into the village on the other. But my present house is not so artfully hidden by the trees and the shrubbery as the old one was, for when that was standing, no summer passer on the road would observe it even by day, unless he chanced to see the polished brass knocker of my front door ¿ash through the leaves when the sun struck it. I used in those days to sit in absolute concealment on my front steps in the dark of summer evenings.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis 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.