Excerpt from My Horse; My Love "Ah, this is delightful," exclaimed the Count, as he held his hands toward the cheerful blaze of a bright wood fire, on our broad old hearthstone. The Count had come to make us a long-promised visit in the early autumn; arriving at the twilight hour of a dreary day, chill and bleak, with a persistent soaking rain, and a gusty, soughing wind. For one long week the sun had hidden his face behind the dull and sodden sky, depriving us of the solace even of a brisk walk, or a game at tennis, in these last days of our summer sojourn by the seaside. So we heard the roar of the ocean, and the howling wind outside, with a pleasing sense of comfort in the contrast, as we watched the wide flames, now shooting up with a noisy crackling Energy, now dying down to a hissing mysterious whisper. Conversation was brisk, for the Count had such an inexhaustible fund of romance, fact, story, and adventure, that we gave him little chance of rest when an adroit question, here and there, inspired him to tell us of his past life. 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.