That Wild Wheel a Novel
Frances Eleanor Trollope
Hardcover
(Forgotten Books, March 30, 2018)
Excerpt from That Wild Wheel a NovelIT was the middle Of September. Tyburnia and Belgravia were doubtless duly depopulated, and blankly fronted, with shuttered windows, such unfashionable individuals as might occasionally wake the sleeping echoes Of their pavement. But in a certain London thoroughfare, on a certain Saturday evening, the life of the great city roared and rushed as usual; unconscious Of the absence Of a few thousand individuals, as the main body of a mighty river is unaffected by the ebb and flow that periodically fills and empties some shallow creek.The air was mild and soft; and jets of gas flaring nakedly in butchers' shops and above greengrocers' stalls made blurs of coarse yellow light in the hazy dusk. The brassy voices Of the venders shouting their wares seemed to bear a queer analogy to the flaring lights, and to Offend the ear with much the same sort Of unpleasant sensation as the crude glare inflicted on the eye.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.