Books with title Us: An Old Fashioned Story

Unlike some other reproductions of classic texts (1) We have not used OCR(Optical Character Recognition), as this leads to bad quality books with introduced typos. (2) In books where there are images such as portraits, maps, sketches etc We have endeavoured to keep the quality of these images, so they represent accurately the original artefact. Although occasionally there may be certain imperfections with these old texts, we feel they deserve to be made available for future generations to enjoy.

A soft rather shaky sort of tap at the door. It does not all at once reach the rather deaf ears of the little old lady and tall still older gentleman who are seated in their usual arm-chairs one with his newspaper by the window the other with her netting by the fire in the exceedingly neat¿neat indeed is no word for it¿¿parlour¿ of Arbitt Lodge.' (Excerpt from Chapter 1)

"Blue were their eyes as the fairy-flax, Their cheeks like the dawn of day." Longfellow. A soft rather shaky sort of tap at the door. It does not all at once reach the rather deaf ears of the little old lady and tall, still older gentleman who are seated in their usual arm-chairs, one with his newspaper by the window, the other with her netting by the fire, in the exceedingly neat—neat, indeed, is no word for it—"parlour" of Arbitt Lodge. In what part of the country this queerly-named house was—is still, perhaps—to be found there is no particular reason for telling; whence came this same queer name will be told in good time.