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Our lovely new podcast is for lovers of romantic tales and today we begin a series The Girl on the Boat by P.G. Wodehouse 1 A Disturbing Moment Free Audiobooks for Lovers.

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chapter one of the girl on the boat this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org the girl on the boat by pg woodhouse chapter 1 a disturbing morning

through the curtained windows of the furnished flat which mrs horace hignit had rented for her stay in new york rays of golden sunlight peeped in like the foremost spies of some advancing army it was a fine summer morning the hands of the dutch clock in the hall pointed to 13 minutes past nine those of the ormalu clock in the sitting room to 11 minutes past 10 those of the carriage clock on the bookshelf to 14 minutes to six in other words it was exactly eight and mrs hignit acknowledged the fact by moving her head on the pillow opening her eyes and sitting up in bed she always woke at eight precisely

was this mrs hignit the mrs hignit the world famous writer on theosophy the author of the spreading light what of the morrow and all the rest of that well-known series i'm glad you asked me yes she was she had come over to america on a lecturing tour about this time there was a good deal of suffering in the united states for nearly every boat that arrived from england was bringing a fresh swarm of british lecturers to the country novelists poets scientists philosophers and plain ordinary boars some herd instinct seemed to affect them all simultaneously it was like one of those great race movements of the middle ages men and women of widely differing views on religion art politics and almost every other subject on this one point the intellectuals of great britain were single-minded that there was easy money to be picked up on the lecture platforms of america and that they might just as well grab it as the next person mrs hignit had come over with the first batch of immigrants four spiritual as her writings were there was a solid streak of business sense in this woman and she meant to get hers while the getting was good she was halfway across the atlantic with a complete itinerary booked before 90 of the poets and philosophers had finished sorting out their clean collars and getting their photographs taken for the passport

she had not left england without a pang for departure had involved sacrifices more than anything else in the world she loved her charming home windows in the county of hampshire for so many years the seat of the hignit family wendell's was as the breath of life to her its shady walks its silver lake its noble elms the old gray stone of its walls these were bound up with her very being she felt that she belonged to windows and windows to her unfortunately as a matter of cold legal accuracy it did not she did but hold it in trust for her son eustis until such time as he should marry and take possession of it himself there were times when the thought of eustace marrying and bringing a strange woman to windles chilled mrs hignit to her very marrow happily her firm policy of keeping her son permanently under her eye at home and never permitting him to have speech with a female below the age of 50 had averted the peril up to now eustis had accompanied his mother to america it was his faint snores which she could hear in the adjoining room as having bathed and dressed she went down the hall to where breakfast awaited her she smiled tolerantly she had never desired to convert her son to her own early rising habits for apart from not allowing him to call his soul his own she was an indulgent mother eustace would get up at half past nine long after she had finished breakfast read her correspondence and started her duties for the day