Other editions of book The Argosy, Vol. 17: January to June, 1874

Excerpt from The Argosy, Vol. 47: January to June, 1889IT was a May-day and the Wind was not in the east. The little wind there was blew softly and gently from the south, and down in the valley the weather was warm and genial.Some people might have found it too warm inside the smithy, at three O'clock in the afternoon, to be pleasant. Nevertheless, Reuben Foreman, as he stood at his anvil wielding mightily his heavy sledge with movement slow and rhythmical, was subject to several interrup tions before the hooter Of a neighbouring cloth mill announced that it was six O'clock and the day's work at an end.And as not everyone in Woodford was either so busy or so industrious as the blacksmith, several of his visitors lingered to gossip as long as he bore with them, in spite of the heat. But Reuben took such contingencies into consideration, and in ar ranging his programme Of work for the day, left a margin wide enough to cover all the horses he would be called upon to shoe, and the fools he would be in duty bound to converse with.For the horses had hoofs to be shod, and the fools had souls to be saved; and Reuben, in his own Opinion and in that of his neighbours, was clever in both these occupations, widely different as they were, though occasionally both were performed at the same moment.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 The Argosy, Vol. 25: January to June, 1878Not at anything in particular. Just then I was watching the smoke curling up from the White House. How do you get on with its inmates, Rupert P Have you become intimate with them?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 The Argosy, Vol. 51: January to June, 1891The late owner of the place (except for one short twelvemonth) was old James Monk, Godfrey's father. Old James had three sons and one daughter - Emma - his wife dying early. The eldest son (mostly styled young James )was about as wild a blade as ever figured in story; the second son, Raymond, was an invalid; the third, Godfrey, a reckless lad, ran away to sea when he was four teen.If the Monks were celebrated for one estimable quality more than another, it was temper a cross-grained, imperious, obstinate temper. Run away to sea, has he? Cried Old James when he heard the news; very well, at sea he shall stop. And at sea Godfrey did stop, not disliking the life, and perhaps not finding any other open to him. He worked his way up in the merchant service by degrees, until he became commander and was called Captain Monk.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 The Argosy, Vol. 55: January to June, 1893Oh, Charles E I only went out to take a message to the cottage. And she knows I might have been back in ten minutes. Indeed I must hasten in.He opened his umbrella, which he had brought with him, for rain had been threatening all the morning; and, causing her to take his arm, held it over her. She walked timidly it was the first time She had ever taken it: and the moment they came within view of the house, She relinquished it.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 The Argosy, Vol. 37: January to June, 1884HE afternoon sun was shining on a fair scene within the borders of Lancashire and on a knot of women, gathered outside their cottage doors to discuss some news.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 The Argosy, Vol. 30: July to December, 1880The world seemed to take it for granted that Miss Winter would marry. As yet there was no rumour of her being engaged, but as there were several eligible men, bachelors, in the neighbourhood, speculators were much exercised in their minds as to the chances of this, that, or the other one becoming the favoured individual. They all fervently hoped that Mrs. Carlyon would not drag her niece away to London, as she seemed to wish to do, or else there would be no knowing what might become of her. It would be dreadful for such a prize to fall to the lot of a stranger.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 The Argosy, Vol. 36: July to December, 1883To say that Mrs. Hatherley, and F lossie with her, nearly went out of their minds, is but feebly to describe the height, depth and extent Of their amazed exasperation. Mrs. Hatherley came out in quite a new character, so extraordinary was the activity which she displayed in going from house to house, pouring into the ears of her acquaint auces the various Innuendoes and suggestions concerning Gertrude once conveyed to her by Mrs. Chandos-fane, now Mrs. Burton.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 Argosy, Vol. 58: July to December, 1894At no time had Giovanna been a loquacious woman, and it was not likely that she would willingly allow the people among whom She now mixed to discover how terribly ignorant she was about many of the subjects on which they talked so glibly. She had naturally good manners, and had been well trained by her English mother as long as that mother had lived, besides which she had excellent taste in dress, all of which' told in her favour. But, when it became a question of something ibeyond manners and dress, Giovanna knew that, for her own credit's sake, her part in the social comedy must to all intents and purposes be a silent one. Her place was to listen to everybody with smiling courtesy, and to look as if She felt an intelligent interest in all that was talked about, but to say as little as possible in return and, above all, unless driven into a corner, never to originate any proposition of her own.It was precisely here that she found Mrs. Tew so invaluable. That lady proved herself a person Of infinite tact and resource. Whenever there seemed a risk of Mrs. Clare being drawn into a conversation about matters concerning which, as the canon's widow surmised, she was probably more or less ignorant, she, Mrs. Tew, came boldly to her rescue, and by means of some apposite remark or pertinent question, addressed directly to some other person in the company, contrived to attract the current of talk to herself, or else to deflect it into some less dangerous channel.Giovanna was sufficiently clear-sighted to see through Mrs. Tew's object, and was proportionately grateful; not being like some Of her sex, who would have been more than annoyed at finding that their paid dependent had taken upon herself to gauge their ignorance, and had had the impertinence to assume that their educational acquire ments were not on a par with those Of the people with whom, for anything the said dependent was supposed to know to the contrary, they had been in the habit of mixing from youth upward. But what ever her faults in other directions might be, Giovanna had no false pride about her, and was not afflicted with any deficiency of common-sense.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 Argosy, Vol. 47: January to June, 1889IT was a May-day and the Wind was not in the east. The little wind there was blew softly and gently from the south, and down in the valley the weather was warm and genial.Some people might have found it too warm inside the smithy, at three O'clock in the afternoon, to be pleasant. Nevertheless, Reuben Foreman, as he stood at his anvil wielding mightily his heavy sledge with movement slow and rhythmical, was subject to several interrup tions before the hooter Of a neighbouring cloth mill announced that it was six O'clock and the day's work at an end.And as not everyone in Woodford was either so busy or so industrious as the blacksmith, several of his visitors lingered to gossip as long as he bore with them, in spite of the heat. But Reuben took such contingencies into consideration, and in ar ranging his programme Of work for the day, left a margin wide enough to cover all the horses he would be called upon to shoe, and the fools he would be in duty bound to converse with.For the horses had hoofs to be shod, and the fools had souls to be saved; and Reuben, in his own Opinion and in that of his neighbours, was clever in both these occupations, widely different as they were, though occasionally both were performed at the same moment.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 The Argosy, Vol. 5: December, 1867, to May, 1868The train slackened speed, and glided into an important station, larger than any we had passed. It was striking one, and the guard came up to the carriage. Now, my little lady, said he, change lines here, and stop for ten minutes.I liked that guard. He had a kind, hearty face, and he had come up several times to the carriage-door during the journey, asking how I got on He told me he had a little girl of his own, about as old as I.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.