Shooting the Rapids; By Author of Against Time, Etc. in 2 Vols Volume 2 (Paperback)
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Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1872 edition. Excerpt: . wood, then, if I thought of doing it? No use whatever, sir. It would be sheer wilful waste. Griiben brought down some of the firs in these woods he bought by Rippoldsheim, and there the trees are lying and rotting. He couldn t get his money, and he says he won t give them away. By the way, that reminds me, gracious sir, God forgive me! but poor Freiherr s put it clean out of my head. I hear from Groben this morning, giving notice about paying up a half a million of the florins on mortgage. You can replace them, I suppose? Only at an advance of a half per cent., I fear greatly, and that Groben well knows. Good heavens! said Ralph, making a rapid calculation. That would be some 2,500 florins a year extra, over 2oo., besides the cost of renewing. I suppose Grtiben wants me to sell, and is willing to give as good a price as he offered before? Well, curse him, he has beaten me; and sell I will. I can t afibrd to continue the fight. No use persevering, Eh, Hardcastle? He looked over at Hardcastle, and his face was livid. His eyes shone with unnatural light; and that last announcement of Miiller had traced broad black circles beneath them. Hardcastle understood him, and felt for him. He knew the unconscious bailiff had dashed away the cup of hope he had been persuading his reluetant friend to raise to his lips--had spilled the illusive contents, and filled it fresh to the brim again with despair and bitterness. Miiller did not understand him at all. He knew his employer had negleeted Heppenstall much, or, at least, insisted on its being self-supporting. But he knew him rich, too, and he could not conceive a few thousand florins up or.

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This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 100 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.2in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1872 edition. Excerpt: . . . wood, then, if I thought of doing it No use whatever, sir. It would be sheer wilful waste. Griiben brought down some of the firs in these woods he bought by Rippoldsheim, and there the trees are lying and rotting. He couldnt get his money, and he says he wont give them away. By the way, that reminds me, gracious sir, God forgive me! but poor Freiherrs put it clean out of my head. I hear from Groben this morning, giving notice about paying up a half a million of the florins on mortgage. You can replace them, I suppose Only at an advance of a half per cent. , I fear greatly, and that Groben well knows. Good heavens! said Ralph, making a rapid calculation. That would be some 2, 500 florins a year extra, over 2oo. , besides the cost of renewing. I suppose Grtiben wants me to sell, and is willing to give as good a price as he offered before Well, curse him, he has beaten me; and sell I will. I cant afibrd to continue the fight. No use persevering, Eh, Hardcastle He looked over at Hardcastle, and his face was livid. His eyes shone with unnatural light; and that last announcement of Miiller had traced broad black circles beneath them. Hardcastle understood him, and felt for him. He knew the unconscious bailiff had dashed away the cup of hope he had been persuading his relutant friend to raise to his lips--had spilled the illusive contents, and filled it fresh to the brim again with despair and bitterness. Miiller did not understand him at all. He knew his employer had negleted Heppenstall much, or, at least, insisted on its being self-supporting. But he knew him rich, too, and he could not conceive a few thousand florins up or. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN.

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1872 edition. Excerpt: ... wood, then, if I thought of doing it?" "No use whatever, sir. It would be sheer wilful waste. Griiben brought down some of the firs in these woods he bought by Rippoldsheim, and there the trees are lying and rotting. He couldn't get his money, and he says he won't give them away. By the way, that reminds me, gracious sir, God forgive me! but poor Freiherr's put it clean out of my head. I hear from Groben this morning, giving notice about paying up a half a million of the florins on mortgage." "You can replace them, I suppose?" "Only at an advance of a half per cent., I fear greatly, and that Groben well knows." "Good heavens!" said Ralph, making a rapid calculation. "That would be some 2,500 florins a year extra, over 2oo., besides the cost of renewing. I suppose Grtiben wants me to sell, and is willing to give as good a price as he offered before? Well, curse him, he has beaten me; and sell I will. I can't afibrd to continue the fight. No use persevering, Eh, Hardcastle?" He looked over at Hardcastle, and his face was livid. His eyes shone with unnatural light; and that last announcement of Miiller had traced broad black circles beneath them. Hardcastle understood him, and felt for him. He knew the unconscious bailiff had dashed away the cup of hope he had been persuading his reluétant friend to raise to his lips--had spilled the illusive contents, and filled it fresh to the brim again with despair and bitterness. Miiller did not understand him at all. He knew his employer had negleéted Heppenstall much, or, at least, insisted on its being self-supporting. But he knew him rich, too, and he could not conceive a few thousand florins up or... Paperback, Label: RareBooksClub.com, RareBooksClub.com, Produktgruppe: Book, Publiziert: 2013-09-13, Studio: RareBooksClub.com.

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1872 edition. Excerpt: ... wood, then, if I thought of doing it?" "No use whatever, sir. It would be sheer wilful waste. Griiben brought down some of the firs in these woods he bought by Rippoldsheim, and there the trees are lying and rotting. He couldn't get his money, and he says he won't give them away. By the way, that reminds me, gracious sir, God forgive me! but poor Freiherr's put it clean out of my head. I hear from Groben this morning, giving notice about paying up a half a million of the florins on mortgage." "You can replace them, I suppose?" "Only at an advance of a half per cent., I fear greatly, and that Groben well knows." "Good heavens!" said Ralph, making a rapid calculation. "That would be some 2,500 florins a year extra, over 2oo., besides the cost of renewing. I suppose Grtiben wants me to sell, and is willing to give as good a price as he offered before? Well, curse him, he has beaten me; and sell I will. I can't afibrd to continue the fight. No use persevering, Eh, Hardcastle?" He looked over at Hardcastle, and his face was livid. His eyes shone with unnatural light; and that last announcement of Miiller had traced broad black circles beneath them. Hardcastle understood him, and felt for him. He knew the unconscious bailiff had dashed away the cup of hope he had been persuading his reluétant friend to raise to his lips--had spilled the illusive contents, and filled it fresh to the brim again with despair and bitterness. Miiller did not understand him at all. He knew his employer had negleéted Heppenstall much, or, at least, insisted on its being self-supporting. But he knew him rich, too, and he could not conceive a few thousand florins up or... Paperback, Label: RareBooksClub.com, RareBooksClub.com, Produktgruppe: Book, Publiziert: 2013-09-13, Studio: RareBooksClub.com.