This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1865 Excerpt: ... German Ocean. Besides, where were the servants whose beer she had been to fetch? Then out came the truth: everybody had gone to the theatre. My servants in the shilling gallery! My servants sucking oranges and drinking porter! The mice at the play because my cat's--I mean of course my darling wife's--back was turned! ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1865 Excerpt: ... German Ocean. Besides, where were the servants whose beer she had been to fetch? Then out came the truth: everybody had gone to the theatre. My servants in the shilling gallery! My servants sucking oranges and drinking porter! The mice at the play because my cat's--I mean of course my darling wife's--back was turned! The way in which I slammed-to the parlour door must have convinced the cook that I was far from pleased. I regret now I had not sufficient courage to speak a few of the brilliantly-cutting remarks I thought of half-an-hour afterwards. Parlour cheerless, and all in the dark. The twelve chairs round the room looked very solemn, and frightened me. Desired the cook, to whom I could scarcely speak civilly, to light the lamp. The pampered female drew herself up and said she was not engaged as waiting-maid to light lamps--" It was Hann's place." Felt my blood bubble and my fingers writhe like snakes. If she had been a man (and she was almost) I could, as she then stood, have hurt her considerably. The sensitive creature said I had used words unbecoming a gentleman. I can take my oath I went no farther than "reptile." All my terms had been until then purely zoological; but. now I was beyond myself. Wound up by ordering her to leave the room. Suspect the confounded hussy was drunk. Knock at the street-door. Another knock louder, and again another rampagious. Half thought I was locked out again; so upset was my brain. Had to answer the door, at last, myself. It was a man with a tremendous dish of oysters. I told him I had ordered none. "They was for the supper in the kitchen," said he. You might have knocked me down as easily as I afterwards did a chimney ornament. As the hall was in perfect darkness the man put the dish in...
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