[PDF] The Triumph Of Mrs St George eBook

Author : Percy White
Publisher : Rarebooksclub.com
Page : 50 pages
File Size : 16,10 MB
Release : 2013-09
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ISBN : 9781230039923

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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. 1904 edition. Excerpt: ...bequeathed to our stock of civilised credulity by the sombre terrors of a darker age. The simple effect of light struck her as a good omen. She was replacing Foulerton's gifts in the narrow drawer just above that which contained the silver box when a servant came and said Mr. Brooke wished to see her. What could he want? Probably her signature to some paper. She regretted his coming, not only because he interrupted a luxurious reverie, but because he had the power to drag her back to that from which she had escaped. Still she was grateful to him for saving valuable fragments of St. George's property for her, and for dealing with them with honesty and skill. Indeed, the money-lender was the only faithful ally she had made, and where he regarded his word pledged she knew him to be trustworthy. She found him in the drawing-room. His keen face was turned towards the door as she entered; behind him, through the open window, the roar of London entered. The light shone on his crisp, coarse, jet-black curls, sleek with violet-scented brilliantine; something in his manner made her nervous. "Nothing wrong?" she said. "I hope you won't think so," he replied. "What is it?" she asked. "Something Allen Herriott has been saying." Here the sickening misgiving seized her; he saw her face change and tried to encourage her. "Look here, old girl," he said, "you and I were pals for some years, but we never asked each other too many questions. I had a talk with Herriott yesterday. He's down on his luck. Business, he says, is bad, and he hasn't forgiven you for chucking him. He didn't show me his hand, but he let me see he has found out something about you...

Author : Percy White
Publisher : Rarebooksclub.com
Page : 52 pages
File Size : 21,50 MB
Release : 2013-09
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ISBN : 9781230077741

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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. 1904 edition. Excerpt: ...after a little drilling." By the time he had reached the Queen's Road, Foulerton had forgotten "what the 'Comedy' was about." He fell asleep trying to trace a coherent plot behind its glamour; but as that had been obliterated by the manager for fear of making his audience think, the Major's failure was less discreditable to his intellect than he supposed. On the following morning after breakfast he took the same train to Brighton by which Mrs. St. George had travelled three days before. Foulerton found Brighton smarting under a warm sun and a biting wind. As it was "a regular March day" he enjoyed it patriotically. He thought the grey-green Channel, shrinking back, petulant and wrinkled, under the whip of the breeze, lovelier than' the dark-blue tropic seas he had lately crossed. The cabman turned up the collar of his coat; the Major undid the buttons of his. "This is the sort of thing for English lungs!" he said. The driver politely regretted that it ill suited his "complaint." Finding a sympathetic listener, he gave the Major an account of his symptoms, to which, however, as they approached the school the latter forgot to listen. So far Foulerton had smothered his misgivings, but now "the thing must be faced." He rang the bell and dismissed the cabman. The whitecapped maid opened the door. The pallid drawing-room in which Mrs. St. George had shuddered received him with the faintest odour of primroses--the first he had seen since his arrival in England. He buried his face in their fresh coolness and remembered the woods behind the Rectory. "Poor little chap!" he thought. "What on earth shall I say to him?" As he turned from...