![]() He was prevented by some notion that this would be unsportsmanlike. Initially Sir Harold had threatened to take Emerson to law. Aīrief, forceful lecture, together with the removal of the fox, would have gotten the point across. I blame Emerson for pulling Sir Harold out of his saddle and thrashing him with his own riding crop. I do not blame him for personally escorting the fox off the field when it was about to be trapped, or run to earth, or whatever I share my husband's views on the idiocy of fox hunting, and It was Emerson's own fault that Sir Harold required buttering. Up" Sir Harold before asking permission to excavate. Had designs on a barrow on the property of Sir Harold, and-as he elegantly expressed it-it was necessary for us to "butter On this occasion, however, I was forced into an exercise of civility which I would ordinarily abhor. They cannot tell a Kamares pot from a piece of prehistoric painted ware, and they have no idea who Though we had lived in Kent for five years, I had never entertained my neighbors to tea. I had not been able to go out for my customary five-mile walk the dogs had been out, and had returned coated with mud, which they promptly transferred to the drawing-room rug and Ramses…īut I will come to the subject of Ramses at the proper time. The weather was dreadful-dreary and drizzling, with occasional intervals To my restlessness on the afternoon of the tea party. The state of wedlock has its disadvantages, however, and an accumulation of these, together with certain other factors, added Emerson is a remarkable person, considering And I must confess that in most respects the state agrees with me. Some concessions to temperament are necessary if the marital state Five years of marriage have taught me that even if one is unamusedīy the (presumed) wit of one's spouse, one does not say so. Remarked that if I should encounter a band of Dervishes, five minutes of my nagging would unquestionably inspire even the mildest of them to massacreĮmerson considers this sort of remark humorous. Lest I be accused of exaggeration, let me point out that I have had all those experiences, save one. Pistols, poisonous snakes, and the curse of a long-dead king. I would rather be chased up a tree by a mad dog, or face a mummy risen from its grave. Inįact, I would prefer to be pursued across the desert by a band of savage Dervishes brandishing spears and howling for my blood. Bucolic peace is not my ambience, and the giving of tea parties is by no means my favorite amusement. It is accurate (as my statements always are) but if youĮxpect the tale that follows to be one of pastoral domesticity, enlivened only by gossip about the county gentry, you willīe sadly mistaken. THE events I am about to relate began on a December afternoon, when I had invited Lady Harold Carrington and certain of herĭo not, gentle reader, be misled by this introductory statement. The Grand Central Publishing name and logo is a trademark of Hachette Book Group, Inc. Grand Central Publishing is a division of Hachette Book Group, Inc. This edition is published in arrangement with Dodd, Mead & Company Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced,ĭistributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.Īll rights reserved. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are 35,000 first printing Mystery Guild selection Literary Guild and Doubleday Book Club alternate. Combining a fierce affection for her family with indefatigable independence, stalwart Amelia proves once again an immensely likable heroine. Peters ( The Deeds of the Disturber ), who also writes as Barbara Michaels, laces her usual intricate plotting with Amelia's commonsense approach to hygiene and manners, and coyly delicate references to vigorously enjoyed connubial pleasures. ![]() There, entangled in two half-brothers' battle for the throne, Amelia and family fight for the freedom of the slave class while ferreting out the fate of Forth and his bride, and arranging to escape with their lives. Rescued in the desert after every camel in their caravan dies, the Emersons are taken to a lost city where ancient Egyptian customs have been carried into modern times. This time Amelia, her handsome, fearless husband, Radcliffe, and their precocious 11-year-old son, Ramses, are in the Sudan, searching for archeologist Willoughby Forth, who disappeared 14 years earlier with his new wife. ![]() ![]() If Indiana Jones were female, a wife and mother who lived in Victorian times, he would be Amelia Peabody Emerson, an archeologist whose extraordinary adventures are guaranteed entertainment.
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