Books with author Frederick. Wilkinson

Excerpt from Anne Judge, Spinster, Vol. 1 of 3Mr. Pownie did not respond to the good-day, but called after her to shut the door as she went into the street, which the wind and rain had cleared of all humanity but herself two hours ago, at least.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. 1878 Excerpt: ... when that truth came closer to the foreground, in the dry autumn weather before the rain and cold had set in. They had gone away together--it was Zeph's last holiday, the fourteenth day of the fortnight that Messrs. Dangler, Dapper, and Smart had accorded to her. It had been arranged that they should spend the holiday in the country: Zeph had perfect faith in her companion now, and would have gone to the end of the world with him, and the woodland at Snarcsbrook and Fairmead had been her idea of England's scenery, when her mother was alive, and took her to the forest in a spring van along with father, and a gallon stone jug, and a noisy gang, who sang all the way there, and quarrelled all the way home. Our young couple had talked of a picnic together for weeks, but Dudley had only mustered up courage for the adventure at last. Zeph had not seen any reason for consideration or hesitation--faith having been once established between them, the " proprieties," the usages of polite or impolite society, had never troubled her again. Dudley was her "young man," who took her out and respected her when she was out, and having placed confidence in him, it was illimitable. She did not know any rule that should stop her going any where with Dudley Grey, and she went to Epping Forest as she would have gone to a play or concert, without a thought of the etiquette that should govern the proceeding. That Epping excursion was a day of wonderful happiness to them both. To begin with, the joy and excitement of Zeph raised the spirits of Dudley Grey--who had become overthoughtful of late days--and the world was very bright on that especial occasion. They were boy and girl rather than man and woman; the old forest echoed with their laughter and with the musi...

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Excerpt from Poor Zeph!He'll cool down quick enough. I've known my gentleman before to-night, she replied, with another toss of her head.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 I saw Aspinall two days later, and as we walked towards the station I broached the matter. "Certainly; I thought he tripped me, but he has written me and said how sorry he was for my accident, so, of course, it rests there." "Candidly, Aspinall, have you any doubt yourself?" "No, old fellow. I'm sorry, but I really think he tripped me. He was riled at a little hustling from Shannon's lot, and I may have upset him myself occasionally. But it is a small matter." I looked at the bandages across his cheek, and I didn't think it small. "But, Aspinall, even if we leave you out of the business, it isn't a small matter for us, especially for Bourne."

"Shannon, the old Blue, had brought down a rattling eleven-two Internationals among them-to give the school the first of its annual "Socker" matches. We have a particular code of football of our own, which the school has played time out of mind; but, ten years ago, the Association game was introduced, despite the murmuring of some of the masters, many of the parents-all old Amorians-and of Moore, the Head, who had yielded to varied pressures, but in his heart thought "Socker" vastly inferior to the old game. Association had flourished exceedingly; so much so that the Head made it a law that, on each Thursday in the Michaelmas term, the old game, and nothing but the old game, should be played, and woe betide any unauthorized "cutters" thereof. "