Books with title Mr. Nobody

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When the house is a mess and things have been left in a terrible state, no child dares to admit it was them. So the parents reaction is always...." Ah it was Mr Nobody then was it"?. Well this book proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that it actually was Mr Nobody, for he is real and lives in the attic until night time comes and he begins his mischief.

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Excerpt from NobodyBut now the waitress had caught a glimpse of the illustration and was bending over the patron's shoul der for a better look.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 Mr. NobodyEven in London a lad had but lately been promised a gratuity for discovering a cave within the iro,n railings Of Leicester Square, in which six or seven sturdy beggars had been accustomed to crouch, smoking their pipes, upon a stone which concealed a number of convenient housebreaking instruments.SO ignorant was the poor mother of the district through which she was travelling that more than once she retraced her steps. But always a sort of instinct taught her to avoid companionship. If she could get out Of the highway, She preferred the cart-track in the fields, or the path in the copses. More than once a merciful waggoner had offered her a lift, but she invariably had refused by a Shake of the head. Perhaps She was afraid she would have to join in conversation as a return for his hospitality, or perhaps she was aware that even hospitality itself might not be safe. It was possible that she might have heard the tale of how a waggoner lately travelling with goods had been attacked by three fellows in smock-frocks, who knocked him down, severely beating him before they stole his packages, and terrify ing to death a young woman who had been in the waggon during the affray.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 Mr. NobodyEven in London a lad had but lately been promised a gratuity for discovering a cave within the iro,n railings Of Leicester Square, in which six or seven sturdy beggars had been accustomed to crouch, smoking their pipes, upon a stone which concealed a number of convenient housebreaking instruments.SO ignorant was the poor mother of the district through which she was travelling that more than once she retraced her steps. But always a sort of instinct taught her to avoid companionship. If she could get out Of the highway, She preferred the cart-track in the fields, or the path in the copses. More than once a merciful waggoner had offered her a lift, but she invariably had refused by a Shake of the head. Perhaps She was afraid she would have to join in conversation as a return for his hospitality, or perhaps she was aware that even hospitality itself might not be safe. It was possible that she might have heard the tale of how a waggoner lately travelling with goods had been attacked by three fellows in smock-frocks, who knocked him down, severely beating him before they stole his packages, and terrify ing to death a young woman who had been in the waggon during the affray.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.