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. 1862 Excerpt: ..."No, De Bethune, I do not know Captain H--n." "Oh!" said my tormentor, "then you are not the man who called at his house, who had plucked grapes on the vine-clad hills of Sicily; who had scaled the Yokuls of Iceland; had rested his wearied limbs on the Pic du Midi, when prose cuting his beloved studies, geology and ...
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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. 1862 Excerpt: ..."No, De Bethune, I do not know Captain H--n." "Oh!" said my tormentor, "then you are not the man who called at his house, who had plucked grapes on the vine-clad hills of Sicily; who had scaled the Yokuls of Iceland; had rested his wearied limbs on the Pic du Midi, when prose cuting his beloved studies, geology and botany." Screams of laughter now burst from the whole party. "De Bethune--in pity spare me; do you wish to see me vanish through the window, as Carroll did through the door?" "Oh, glorious!" cried De Bethune, "he has let his friend's name out. I thought it was--yes--the other pedlar is none other than Carroll of Carreg Vawr in Caernarvonshire." I wish I could give the reader an adequate idea of the scene that followed. No sooner had De Bethune ceased speaking than he flung himself on a sofa, and kicked his heels up in the air. The elderly gentleman threw himself into an arm-chair, his sides shaking from laughter. Some of the ladies hid their faces in their plates, whilst one hurried out of the room, laughing, rather, as I thought, hysterically. I shall not attempt to describe my own feelings, nor recount the successive pitiless jests of which I was the unfortunate butt. At last I managed to get clear of the house, but not without promising to call again, and to bring my friend, Mr. Carmichael, with me. 158 RIDICULOUS SCENE. It was in vain that I tried to get the box which contained the bracelets, returned to me; but no, although I told De Bethune that it was borrowed, he said that he had purchased toute la boutique, and that he should stick to it. So highly ridiculous must have been the scene, that after my departure from the house I could hear the screams of laughter which I was quite a...
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