Excerpt from The Blooming Angel Chester was rubbing that brow with a damp towel as, on the eve of great possibilities, he came out of the washroom and confronted his mother in the neat sitting room, which despite its detachment from business always reeked of heated irons upon starchy muslin. He was a tall young man with rather a magnificent head; a size too magnificent, perhaps, for his destiny. Some remote Scandinavian ancestor who had given him his name had substituted a sense of sublimity for a sense of humor - or possibly this is unfair. 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.