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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1909. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XI Mr. Brokensh1re made an unusual toilette when the Sunday of his great adventure ashore arrived. His cheeks were shining with soap, his curls with pomatum. He wore Sunday black, a hard hat, and a linen shirt. Prosperity reigned about him, and his handsome face won many a sly and admiring glance as he proceeded from his cottage at Overgang to the home of Lydia. Chance threw him upon Tumbledown Dick hard by the statue of King William. The quay was silent and quiet, for the hour of Sunday dinner had not yet passed, though it was waning. "Ah!" said Dick, "flourishing like the green bay tree, I see. A pity you wasn't home yesterday morning. 'Twas very interesting. Two of they poor crabbers from Tor Cross and a policeman came to Overgang to find a gentleman by the name of Jeremiah Wilson; but nobody had ever heard of him seemingly. All they could tell was that he had a black beard and a brave assortment of crooked words. But, as I said to the policeman, 'there's a score of fishermen in Brixham that would answer to that!' Then they came down to hear tell about a cutter-rigged ketch called the 'Silver Star.' But, strange to say, none hadn't heard of her either--not under that name." Sam told Mr. Varwell the truth, and Dick regretted that he had not been aboard at the time to enjoy the experience. Then Brokenshire announced his news. "I'm off to tackle John Major about my girl. And I hope he hasn't heard this yarn from Start Bay; because he's got his knife in me already, and I'm afraid he'll be too likely to think I was the party." "Bluff it," answered Dick. "You'll often surprise a man if you take for granted a thing he meant to refuse. Don't go begging and scraping to Major, like a beggar praying for a meal. Come afore him as an equal and a prosperous ...

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Excerpt from The Judge's ChairIT was a day in high summer six years ago when first I met my man. Heat danced on the tors, and the lonely heights of the Moor were swept with a fine, transparent haze. The wind drove gentle grey shadows over the hills and valleys, but sharp definition lacked from earth: all things looked distant, and only the roads were clear - the stark, white roads, that stretched out straight and stem, dipping at the undulations to lift again and hold steadily on, reappearing, disappearing, until they vanished, like white threads drawn through some sudden gap or over the far Off horizon.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis 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.

Excerpt from Demeter's DaughterYet her joy is for ever shadowed by sadness, since without darkness there can be no light, and without death no living. She is a mother and has suffered the agony of loss. Still she flings off the blue hood of the sky and tears her veil of cloud still dry eyed, raving, she cries out against the Earth-shaker, at once her brother and the father of her precious one; still she hears Persephone's despairing cry in the voices of fearful birds and unhappy children; still she comes distraught amongst men to utter her wrongs and revenge herself upon the whole earth.Her name is gift, and, mourn as she may, out of her mighty heart's love she can still succour the children of men, still take them, as Demophoon of old, to her deep bosom and seek to render them im mortal in the red heart of altar fires. But few mothers can face that awful way of immortality for their babes; few men can read the truth of Demeter's counter-strokes against the relentless Zeus: in shut ting the watersprings, in holding up the curtains of the rain; in starving the seed corn under the furrow, in suffering the coulter vainly to tear an iron and a barren earth.One may, however, read the reconciliations of the Homeric hymn as prologue to these things to be told as a prelude of celestial music breaking forth upon a theatre where earth people, precious to the goddess, move and breathe and have their beginning, being, end; where on these dawn-facing hills of Holne Demeter leads the desert above to join hands with the tilth below, so that cultivated earth and high, waste places come congruently together and meet in peace.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis 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.

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Excerpt from Lying Prophets: A NovelThe girl looked up as he came suddenly upon her, but his eyes were already away and fixed upon the horizon before she turned. Observing that he was not regarding her, she put up her hands again and continued to scan the remote sea-line where a thin trail of dark smoke told of a steamer, itself apparently invisible. Barron took his glasses from their case, and seeing that the girl made no movement of departure, acted deliberately, and presently began to watch a fleet of brown sails and black hulls putting forth from the little harbor below. Then, without looking at her or taking his eyes from the glasses, he spoke.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis 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.

Excerpt from Curtain RaisersMelinda. That's the cactus what my grandmother gave me under her will When she died, and I think a good lot of it.J ohnny. And right to do so. 'tis a masterpiece. [takes pipe away and puts it in his pocket. Brings chair up and sits with his arms crossed over the back of it near to melinda.] Now I know very well that an everyday sort of woman wouldn't listen to me for a minute, but you 'tis like this: you and Noah cant quite get at each other's point of view - ain't I right now?About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis 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.

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