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9780484391443 - Katharine King: Our Detachment: A Novel (Classic Reprint)
Katharine King

Our Detachment: A Novel (Classic Reprint) (2017)

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ISBN: 9780484391443 bzw. 0484391445, in Englisch, 372 Seiten, Forgotten Books, gebundenes Buch, neu, Nachdruck.

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Excerpt from Our Detachment: A Novel I was on duty that day, and couldn't get out, and awfully dull work I found it, leaning out of tny window, and tiding to catcli a glimpse of the town and its inhabitants, over the top of tic horrid blank wall that founded our horizon-in nil earthward direction I mean, for looking upward, certainly there was plenty of n blue summer sky to be scan, flecked with white fleecy clouds; but I had seen lots of that kind of thing nny day this hot summer: and though I won't deny it is pretty, still „ fellow can't always bo star-gazing; or if he is, he is pretty sure to fall into some desperate grief here below-worst even than the old Cove we used to read about in our Grecian history. Than thore were distant mountain-tops in view, Icokicg so sunny and heathery and tempting that they were an aggravation rather than a solace-more particularly as I knew that just under them lay a b&iutifol lake, renowned for its fishing; and that on that rary delicious day my captain, Lord Claude Fever sham, had gone to inspect it, and try his lock. "Ac any rate, it's a bad day for. sport," I mused-" loo bright altogether; and I'm glnd of it, fee it'6 a beastly shame to lenre me mewed up here alone, nnd all the other fellows off amusing themselves. I'd bee five bob Maylmgh will be able to tell, when he comes in, the whole history nnd antecedents of that pretty pair of feet I smv yesterday as we marched into the town. It is too had, for it was I them first, and pointed them oat to him, and now he will take all the credit of tho discovery to himself. " I say, there's an old hag selling gooseberries just outside the gate. I wonder Could I hit her with a bit of planer off the wall here, and make her bring me some. They'll be down on me now for barrack damages, I suppose; but Fev-ersham needn't think he can shut up Madcap Darrell a whole afternoon alone, in snch a confounded dull hole as this, without teeing a little altciation in the place when he comes bock. Bravo! that hit her. Now she is looking this way. 1 soy, you! Biddy, Peggy, whatever your name is, how do you tell those things?" ''Two-pence a quart, your honor, Ness your party face, my little matter," answered the old thief, with a grin that showed all her toothless gams. - Confound her impudence!* I thought- " what does she mean by speaking in that way to me, Vivian Darrell, junior ensign in Her Majesty's -th foot." So I answered her stiffly, as I flat-ter myself I can on occasion: "Come, I want none of your chaff. Remember, you me addressing an officer in Her Maj-csty's service, and 111 have you placed under arrest if you don't keep a civil tongue in rout head." "Oehl murder, vcr bettor!'' she cried, bobbing a series of courtesies, and oxoesing bendf as she looked up at my window. "Sure it's no offense I meant, my party dear; bat I th ought as yon were the Captain's little boy, as Td beard tell about-him as came down a day or two ago, and goe a house in town, vour honor. Sure and I ccsild only sec tout head and shoulders, dearie, so I couldn't tell if you were bigger nor him. But don't tell the min to take me up, ngrn j for ! • puttier dear I never seen, nnd I've scon a many, being sixty years old next Lsdy-day. Devil a lie I'm telling you, yer honor." There the old hamdan *txid, gazing up with her blear eyes at my window, and though pretending to put up her wares, evidently not with the least intention of moving os lung as I would listen. However, her aspersions on my appearance and dignity ete mote than I eonld boor, nnd I made up my mind I would cTcn do without the gooscbeiriea, and the amusement they might Itave afforded me, rather than by buying them encourage this woman in the belief I was little Ussher; though why men shouldn't oat gooseberries ns well as bovs of tea or twelve, I couldn't think. Indeed 1 knew they did, for I had seen our scrgeant-mnjor half an hour before i... Hardcover, Label: Forgotten Books, Forgotten Books, Product group: Book, Published: 2017-12-22, Studio: Forgotten Books.
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Our Detachment

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ISBN: 9780484391443 bzw. 0484391445, in Englisch, Forgotten Books, gebundenes Buch, neu.

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Excerpt from Our Detachment: A Novel I was on duty that day, and couldn´t get out, and awfully dull work I found it, leaning out of tny window, and tiding to catcli a glimpse of the town and its inhabitants, over the top of tic horrid blank wall that founded our horizon-in nil earthward direction I mean, for looking upward, certainly there was plenty of n blue summer sky to be scan, flecked with white fleecy clouds; but I had seen lots of that kind of thing nny day this hot summer: and though I Excerpt from Our Detachment: A Novel I was on duty that day, and couldn´t get out, and awfully dull work I found it, leaning out of tny window, and tiding to catcli a glimpse of the town and its inhabitants, over the top of tic horrid blank wall that founded our horizon-in nil earthward direction I mean, for looking upward, certainly there was plenty of n blue summer sky to be scan, flecked with white fleecy clouds; but I had seen lots of that kind of thing nny day this hot summer: and though I won´t deny it is pretty, still ´´ fellow can´t always bo star-gazing; or if he is, he is pretty sure to fall into some desperate grief here below-worst even than the old Cove we used to read about in our Grecian history. Than thore were distant mountain-tops in view, Icokicg so sunny and heathery and tempting that they were an aggravation rather than a solace-more particularly as I knew that just under them lay a b&iutifol lake, renowned for its fishing; and that on that rary delicious day my captain, Lord Claude Fever sham, had gone to inspect it, and try his lock. ´´Ac any rate, it´s a bad day for. sport,´´ I mused-´´ loo bright altogether; and I´m glnd of it, fee it´6 a beastly shame to lenre me mewed up here alone, nnd all the other fellows off amusing themselves. I´d bee five bob Maylmgh will be able to tell, when he comes in, the whole history nnd antecedents of that pretty pair of feet I smv yesterday as we marched into the town. It is too had, for it was I them first, and pointed them oat to him, and now he will take all the credit of tho discovery to himself. ´´ I say, there´s an old hag selling gooseberries just outside the gate. I wonder Could I hit her with a bit of planer off the wall here, and make her bring me some. They´ll be down on me now for barrack damages, I suppose; but Fev-ersham needn´t think he can shut up Madcap Darrell a whole afternoon alone, in snch a confounded dull hole as this, without teeing a little altciation in the place when he comes bock. Bravo! that hit her. Now she is looking this way. 1 soy, you! Biddy, Peggy, whatever your name is, how do you tell those things?´´ ´´Two-pence a quart, your honor, Ness your party face, my little matter,´´ answered the old thief, with a grin that showed all her toothless gams. - Confound her impudence!* I thought- ´´ what does she mean by speaking in that way to me, Vivian Darrell, junior ensign in Her Majesty´s -th foot.´´ So I answered her stiffly, as I flat-ter myself I can on occasion: ´´Come, I want none of your chaff. Remember, you me addressing an officer in Her Maj-csty´s service, and 111 have you placed under arrest if you don´t keep a civil tongue in rout head.´´ ´´Oehl murder, vcr bettor!´´ she cried, bobbing a series of courtesies, and oxoesing bendf as she looked up at my window. ´´Sure it´s no offense I meant, my party dear; bat I th ought as yon were the Captain´s little boy, as Td beard tell about-him as came down a day or two ago, and goe a house in town, vour honor. Sure and I ccsild only sec tout head and shoulders, dearie, so I couldn´t tell if you were bigger nor him. But don´t tell the min to take me up, ngrn j for ! . puttier dear I never seen, nnd I´ve scon a many, being sixty years old next Lsdy-day. Devil a lie I´m telling you, yer honor.´´ There the old hamdan *txid, gazing up with her blear eyes at my window, and though pretending to put up her wares, evidently not with the least intention of moving os lung as I would listen. However, her aspersions on my appearance and dignity ete mote than I eonld boor, nnd I made up my mind I would cTcn do without the gooscbeiriea, and the amusement they might Itave afforded me, rather than by buying them encourage this woman in the belief I was little Ussher; though why men shouldn´t oat gooseberries ns well as bovs of tea or twelve, I couldn´t think. Indeed 1 knew they did, for I had seen our scrgeant-mnjor half an hour before i... Lieferzeit 1-2 Werktage.
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King, Katharine

Our Detachment: A Novel (Classic Reprint) (2017)

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ISBN: 9780484391443 bzw. 0484391445, in Englisch, Forgotten Books, Taschenbuch, neu, Nachdruck.

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