Candy

"DADDY!" cried Candy, but it was too late, for he swung the chair down at Emmanuel, who was leaping from the bed; it missed him and shattered against the bed-post. But he still retained a leg of the chair, and this, as a club, was a more formidable weapon than the chair itself, as he came relentlessly forward after the gardener, managing at last to speak through his grating teeth: "You... You... You..." The book has had almost as adventurous and scandalous life as the heroine herself. For a long time she was banned in France—the country where she first saw the light of day. And the only way she could cross the ocean into the United States was in the trenchcoat pockets of returning Americans. But like Candy, she was too lively to be hidden under counters and behind plain covers and her fame spread by word-of-mouth. Like Candy, she got around. Fiction House Press happily makes her available again in this new edition in her ORIGINAL glory—nothing changed, nothing cut, nothing added.