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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1900 edition. Excerpt: ... ing-room, walked heavily with it to that part of the veranda whence the sounds arose, balanced it for a moment on the rail: "Confound those cats!" he said, and flung the water, with a swish, plump onto the devoted head of poor little Miss Spice. Mr. Jellybond heard a half-drowned shriek as he retired to the window. Thence, by the bright moonlight, he watched the little woman, with dripping garments clinging to her limbs, the skimpy tail of her dress draggling behind her and making her look like a white bantam on a wet day, as she stumbled across the lawn and down the drive. "It won't do you any harm, you dear," he said to himself, in his kind-hearted way. He had taken the water from the warm-water tap, so as not to give her too much of a shock. He was such a thoughtful man. L CHAPTER XVII THE day after Miss Spice's serenade, in the early morning, Babs was sitting at her dressing-table having her hair dressed by Bertha, her maid. The glass in front of her was tilted so that she could not see herself when she looked up--a sure sign that Babs was out of sorts. She was at a difficult age, and she had her bad days--days of disgust with everything--when everybody irritated her more or less, and she irritated everybody. "Miss Lorraine, you've got out of bed wrong way first this morning, and if you slap me again I'll have to go and complain to your ma," Bertha was saying, as she wiped the eye which was watering copiously from a back-handed knock from Babs. "You can go and tell the devil if you like," Babs ejaculated. "Your language is most unbecoming, miss." "It's no business of yours what my language is," Babs snapped. "Your duty is to brush my hair and hold your tongue." Bertha tried again, but her pretty, dimpled face was crumpled with a...

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Excerpt from The Heavenly Twins, Vol. 1 of 3But there were many who doubted this, though good men and true, who knew the music well, declared they had heard it, every note distinct, on summer evenings when they sat alone upon the beach and the waves were still; and it sounded then, they said.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 The Heavenly TwinsFrom the high Cathedral tower the solemn assurance floated forth to be a warning, or a promise, according to the mental state of those whose ears it filled; and the mind, familiar with the phrase, continued it involuntarily, carrying the running accompaniment, as well as the words and the melody, on to the end. After the last reverberation of the last stroke of every hour had died away, and just when expectation had been succeeded by the sense of silence, they rang it out by day and night - the bells - and the four winds of heaven by day and night spread it abroad over the great wicked city, and over the fair flat country, by many a tiny township and peaceful farmstead and scattered hamlet, on, on, it was said, to the sea - to the sea, which was twenty miles away!But there were many who doubted this; though good men and true, who knew the music well, declared they had heard it, every note distinct, on summer evenings when they sat alone on the beach and the waves were still; and it sounded then, they said, like the voice of a tenor who sings to himself softly in murmurous monotones.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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