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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. 1862 edition. Excerpt: ... "When do you expect him back?" "Don't know, Sir," the porter replied, rather sadly. The patriot retired, and the negro closed the door with a sigh,--the pompous sigh of an old family servant. "No," muttered he, " I don't know when he'll be back. He never would come back if he knew about the goings on in this house. He never would anyhow, if it wasn't to look after Miss Lucy. There she comes down stairs, I 'll ask her. Miss Lucy!" A gentle, graceful little girl, of the Brothertoft type, turned at the foot of the stairs and answered, " What, Voltaire?" "Do you know, Miss, where your father is, now?" "No," she replied, half sadly, half coldly. "A gentleman was just asking when he would be back." "He does not inform us of his motions." She seemed to shrink from the subject, as if there were guilt in touching it. Voltaire looked forlornly after her, as she passed into the parlor. Then he shook his fist indignantly at a great palmated pair of moosehorns, mounted as a hat-stand in the hall. On the right-brow antler hung a military cocked hat. On the left bezantler, a pert little fatigue cap was suspended. "It's too bad," Voltaire began. Black babble has become rather a bore in literature. Voltaire, therefore, will try not to talk Tombigbee. "It's too bad," muttered the negro, in futile protest, " to see them fellows hanging up their hats here, and the real master--the real gentleman--shamed out of house and home. "It's too bad," he continued despondingly, "to see Miss Lucy, as sweet a little lady as ever stepped, taught to think her father a good-fornothing spendthrift and idler, if not worse. The madam will never let her see him alone. The poor child is one of the kind that believes what is told to 'em. No wonder she is solemn as Sunday all... Paperback, Label: TheClassics.us, TheClassics.us, Product group: Book, Published: 2013-09-12, Studio: TheClassics.us.

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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. 1862 edition. Excerpt: . When do you expect him back? Don t know, Sir, the porter replied, rather sadly. The patriot retired, and the negro closed the door with a sigh, --the pompous sigh of an old family servant. No, muttered he, I don t know when he ll be back. He never would come back if he knew about the goings on in this house. He never would anyhow, if it wasn t to look after Miss Lucy. There she comes down stairs, I ll ask her. Miss Lucy! A gentle, graceful little girl, of the Brothertoft type, turned at the foot of the stairs and answered, What, Voltaire? Do you know, Miss, where your father is, now? No, she replied, half sadly, half coldly. A gentleman was just asking when he would be back. He does not inform us of his motions. She seemed to shrink from the subject, as if there were guilt in touching it. Voltaire looked forlornly after her, as she passed into the parlor. Then he shook his fist indignantly at a great palmated pair of moosehorns, mounted as a hat-stand in the hall. On the right-brow antler hung a military cocked hat. On the left bezantler, a pert little fatigue cap was suspended. It s too bad, Voltaire began. Black babble has become rather a bore in literature. Voltaire, therefore, will try not to talk Tombigbee. It s too bad, muttered the negro, in futile protest, to see them fellows hanging up their hats here, and the real master--the real gentleman--shamed out of house and home. It s too bad, he continued despondingly, to see Miss Lucy, as sweet a little lady as ever stepped, taught to think her father a good-fornothing spendthrift and idler, if not worse. The madam will never let her see him alone. The poor child is one of the kind that believes what is told to em. No wonder she is solemn as Sunday all.

Lieferung aus: Vereinigtes Königreich Großbritannien und Nordirland, Free shipping.
Von Händler/Antiquariat, The Book Depository [54837791], London, United Kingdom.
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. 1862 edition. Excerpt: . When do you expect him back? Don t know, Sir, the porter replied, rather sadly. The patriot retired, and the negro closed the door with a sigh, --the pompous sigh of an old family servant. No, muttered he, I don t know when he ll be back. He never would come back if he knew about the goings on in this house. He never would anyhow, if it wasn t to look after Miss Lucy. There she comes down stairs, I ll ask her. Miss Lucy! A gentle, graceful little girl, of the Brothertoft type, turned at the foot of the stairs and answered, What, Voltaire? Do you know, Miss, where your father is, now? No, she replied, half sadly, half coldly. A gentleman was just asking when he would be back. He does not inform us of his motions. She seemed to shrink from the subject, as if there were guilt in touching it. Voltaire looked forlornly after her, as she passed into the parlor. Then he shook his fist indignantly at a great palmated pair of moosehorns, mounted as a hat-stand in the hall. On the right-brow antler hung a military cocked hat. On the left bezantler, a pert little fatigue cap was suspended. It s too bad, Voltaire began. Black babble has become rather a bore in literature. Voltaire, therefore, will try not to talk Tombigbee. It s too bad, muttered the negro, in futile protest, to see them fellows hanging up their hats here, and the real master--the real gentleman--shamed out of house and home. It s too bad, he continued despondingly, to see Miss Lucy, as sweet a little lady as ever stepped, taught to think her father a good-fornothing spendthrift and idler, if not worse. The madam will never let her see him alone. The poor child is one of the kind that believes what is told to em. No wonder she is solemn as Sunday all.

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This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 76 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. 1862 edition. Excerpt: . . . When do you expect him back Dont know, Sir, the porter replied, rather sadly. The patriot retired, and the negro closed the door with a sigh, --the pompous sigh of an old family servant. No, muttered he, I dont know when hell be back. He never would come back if he knew about the goings on in this house. He never would anyhow, if it wasnt to look after Miss Lucy. There she comes down stairs, I ll ask her. Miss Lucy! A gentle, graceful little girl, of the Brothertoft type, turned at the foot of the stairs and answered, What, Voltaire Do you know, Miss, where your father is, now No, she replied, half sadly, half coldly. A gentleman was just asking when he would be back. He does not inform us of his motions. She seemed to shrink from the subject, as if there were guilt in touching it. Voltaire looked forlornly after her, as she passed into the parlor. Then he shook his fist indignantly at a great palmated pair of moosehorns, mounted as a hat-stand in the hall. On the right-brow antler hung a military cocked hat. On the left bezantler, a pert little fatigue cap was suspended. Its too bad, Voltaire began. Black babble has become rather a bore in literature. Voltaire, therefore, will try not to talk Tombigbee. Its too bad, muttered the negro, in futile protest, to see them fellows hanging up their hats here, and the real master--the real gentleman--shamed out of house and home. Its too bad, he continued despondingly, to see Miss Lucy, as sweet a little lady as ever stepped, taught to think her father a good-fornothing spendthrift and idler, if not worse. The madam will never let her see him alone. The poor child is one of the kind that believes what is told to em. No wonder she is solemn as Sunday all. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN.

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