Excerpt from The Inheritance<br><br>I made a brief visit to Normandy about twenty years later (ah, what a and something in the air, the shape of the white beaches, the glint of the sun on the sails, struck home to me so quaintly, SO conformably, that I have never had a doubt since that my first consciousness awakened there, though Nana could not or would not con firm this intuition, reiterating that she had no idea what part of the French country we were in, but that the tea was nasty enough, no matter where it was! We must have been there for some months, for when I first heard French spoken again, nine or ten years afterward, it had a perfectly familiar ring, though I couldn't, of course, understand it. But I had the feeling that I should under stand, presently, if it went on long enough, and Bert told me later that my lips moved unconsciously and that I tried to follow the silly gabble and looked like a donkey.<br><br>About the Publisher<br><br>Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com<br><br>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.