Works William Makepeace Thackeray
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(RareBooksClub.com, Sept. 13, 2013)
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. 1869 edition. Excerpt: ...asked, who had just arranged the well-brushed clothes and shiny boots at the door of his master's bed-room, and was carrying in his wig to the Major. "I want to see my uncle," he cried, in a ghastly voice, and flung himself down on a chair. Morgan backed before the pale and desperate-looking young man, with terrified and wondering glances, and disappeared into his master's apartment. The Major put his head out of the bedroom door, as soon as he had his wig on. "What? examination over? Senior Wrangler, double First Class, hay?" said the old gentleman--" I'll come directly;" and the head disappeared. "They don't know what has happened," groaned Pen; "what will they say when they know all?" Pen had been standing with his back to the window, and to such a dubious light as Bury Street enjoys of a foggy January morning, so that his uncle could not see the expression of the young man's countenance, or the looks of gloom and despair which even Mr. Morgan had remarked. But when the Major came out of his dressing-room neat and radiant, and preceded by faint odours from Delcroix's shop, from which emporium Major Pendennis's wig and his pocket-handkerchief got their perfume, he held out one of his hands to Pen, and was about addressing him in his cheery high-toned voice, when he caught sight of the boy's face at length, and dropping his hand, said, "Good God! Pen, what's the matter?" "You'll see it in the papers at breakfast, sir,".Pen said. "See what?" "My name isn't there, sir." "Hang it, why should it be?" asked the Major, more perplexed. "I have lost everything, sir," Pen groaned out; "my honour's gone; I'm ruined irretrievably; I...