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Excerpt from Sir Aylmers Heir a Story for Me Young Jfivclsgn Author of Fighting the Good Fight, Du1cie's Little Brother, Temp1e's Trial, the Heiress of Wylmington, Winning the Victory, &C: C, T. Nelson and Sons LondonAgain and again were these words repeated by a dark-eyed little boy, who was seated in the corner of a second-class railway carriage. His wist ful gaze was fixed upon the mist-blurred, flying land scape, and his hands were closely locked together, as if the child had nothing else to cling to.He was quite alone in the carriage. The cheerless November day seemed to have tempted abroad but few passengers. It certainly was not pleasant weather for travelling; and to the little boy, fresh from the blue skies and golden sunshine of Gibraltar, every thing in this strange, new land seemed inexpressibly dreary.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 Sir Aylmers Heir a Story for Me Young Jfivclsgn Author of Fighting the Good Fight, Du1cie's Little Brother, Temp1e's Trial, the Heiress of Wylmington, Winning the Victory, &C: C, T. Nelson and Sons LondonAgain and again were these words repeated by a dark-eyed little boy, who was seated in the corner of a second-class railway carriage. His wist ful gaze was fixed upon the mist-blurred, flying land scape, and his hands were closely locked together, as if the child had nothing else to cling to.He was quite alone in the carriage. The cheerless November day seemed to have tempted abroad but few passengers. It certainly was not pleasant weather for travelling; and to the little boy, fresh from the blue skies and golden sunshine of Gibraltar, every thing in this strange, new land seemed inexpressibly dreary.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.

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. 1887. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER IV. COUSINS. "Well, have they come yet?" asked Jack Chetwynd of his sister Lovedy, as she came dancing into the hall to meet him upon his return from the mill on a certain day in January. "Oh yes, they have all come--papa and Percy and all of them. They found that the agent or the bailiff or somebody could manage everything, and that it was useless for them to stay, so here they all are; and Gladys is lovelier than ever. I should like to be like her. She looks like an empress when she walks. They all look so aristocratic, which I'm afraid we don't. I suppose Uncle l'Estrange was much more of a swell than papa." Jack laughed with gruff good-humour. "What a little goose you are, to be sure! I'd not change our father for all the aristocrats in the world. Don't you go and get your foolish little head stuffed with flummery and nonsense. I hope this precious youngster isn't going to be too fine a gentleman to take to business. If he is, I won't be bothered with him. Rupert is bad enough, but a pair of them would be intolerable." "You'll have to couple them together, and take them to the mill on a lead, like the pointer pups!" laughed Lovedy. "Poor old giant, it will be fun if Temple leads you a life too. He isn't a bit like Rupert, but I can't help laughing when I think of him at the mill. I wonder what he will think of it all." "Why, what should he think?" growled Jack. "I expect it's a great deal too good a place for him, if the truth were known. I wish I'd bargained to have a look at him before the offer had been made." "Then I am sure you never would have taken him!" cried the irrepressible Lovedy, clapping her hands gaily as she danced round her big brother. "One look would have been quite enough '" "What do you mean, you madcap?" asked Jack, impri...

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Excerpt from Shimmering WatersThe land of never-never. All of us have heard of it. We do not know where it is; but its sad name haunts us. It calls up visions of grey distances, untouched by any glow of light and colour. It seems to whisper of broken hopes, vanished illusions, lost ideals. The mists which surround this dreary land may well have been woven from the dreams which have never materialised, but have sunk and drifted away, never to know the joy or glory of fulfilment.In Madrid's magnificent picture gallery, in a side room not quite easy to find, hangs a great canvas of Goya's, with no explanatory title to it which I have been able to find. Twice have I stood long before that weird presentment of utter dreariness and wondered what had been in the mind of the artist as he portrayed that winding procession of human creatures, with the stamp upon their strange faces as of lost souls. Whither are they wandering Whence have they come Hopeless, help less desperation stamps those countenances. They might well belong to those shadowy multitudes wandering in a dreary land - the land of never-never - without so much as a gleam of expectation of ever reaching its limits.It is a picture which haunts. There is terrible genius in its marvellous suggestion of intense, unrelieved.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 Loyal Hearts and True: A Tale of the Days of Queen ElizabethAnd to be benighted in the New Forest, and forced to encamp there with a wounded comrade and no provisions, on a'chill evening in March, was no pleasant prospect, even for one pretty well inured to hardship. Already they had had rough experience of the treatment to which an unwary traveller might be exposed; and as the town of Romsey, could not be very far distant, it seemed advisable to push onwards if possible, and either halt there for the night, or at least strive to gain some small inn, or even some woodman's cabin, where they would have a roof over their heads, and some sort of bed for the wounded lad.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.