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. 1901 edition. Excerpt: ... A MOMENTS MISTAKE. PROLOGUE. A Wintee evening in London, and, in the dining-room of a house in Harley Street, two men had finished dinner. Everything--from the stocks round their necks and the straps of their trousers, together with each hideous and costly article of furniture--proclaimed the period ...
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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. 1901 edition. Excerpt: ... A MOMENTS MISTAKE. PROLOGUE. A Wintee evening in London, and, in the dining-room of a house in Harley Street, two men had finished dinner. Everything--from the stocks round their necks and the straps of their trousers, together with each hideous and costly article of furniture--proclaimed the period in which they lived. Early Victorian was stamped upon the florid pattern of the carpet, and on the ornaments and gilding of the room. But though their dress bespoke a date, the ages of the men themselves were not so easy to determine, except that both were past their prime. Close by them, with the dessert and wine upon it, stood the table they had left to sit in their armchairs. "Harry," said one, who seemed to be the elder of the two, "you are not drinking. Help your5 self. And so," he continued, as the other filled his glass, "you have at last returned. A few weeks sailing on the seas and you are here in this old world again." "Say, rather, the new world," and the speaker jerked his head. "They are very old out there." "Well, have it your own way. In any case, you have come hack, still in the vigour of life, a wiser and a richer man." Harry Weatherston laughed. "And," continued his friend, "wise enough to get a wife, and rich enough to keep her." So saying, Edward Dane glanced at the tanned, weather-beaten face beside him. Weatherston was just the age to marry and to settle down, in his opinion, to give up this roaming, useless life he led, and stay at home and cultivate respectability. Something of this which was passing in the elder's mind the other may have noticed, for he changed the subject. "About yourself, Ned!" he exclaimed; "your wish has been gratified, I understand, and I congratulate you. Tell me, when did the happy event take...
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