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. 1903 Excerpt: ...Ten Best, thMnth"-the publishers' leave what follows to prove it As Saint Luke wrote to "most excellent Theonhi caST T had two sons' and the w called by his intimates Fat George, was for out into the gaslight whenever possible. nd father-worthy but mistaken soul.--having himself torn a few millions out of manufactural ...
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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. 1903 Excerpt: ...Ten Best, thMnth"-the publishers' leave what follows to prove it As Saint Luke wrote to "most excellent Theonhi caST T had two sons' and the w called by his intimates Fat George, was for out into the gaslight whenever possible. nd father-worthy but mistaken soul.--having himself torn a few millions out of manufactural trade, fell into the common error of trying to plant blossoms instead of seeds, which is opposed to all the laws of horticulture. The fact that there was plenty of everything to be had for nothing under the paternal roof in Princes Gate was not much of an inducement to an easy-going fat fellow to put in his days at the mighty works across the Thames at Battersea, where eight or nine hundred plain and honest toilers stood by the blast furnaces, slowly cooking, and watching for the hour at which the whistle blew. George most sensibly preferred getting about and indulging his natural talent for spending the money that was given to him. It was perhaps as well that sordid, degrading Trade had never claimed him for its own, for he could only have come a fearful purler at it. So George, pensioned off nominally at a hundred a month, migrated from the home nest to one of the better hotels round Covent Garden, his name disappearing simultaneously from the list of eligible young men which every mother of daughters in South Kensington kept in the ' secret' drawer of some impossibly small and unhandy writing-desk, whose ink-well was ever guiltless of writing fluid, and whose pen-tray contained only a pearl-handled button-hook. Nevertheless, Fat George remained supremely happy. Like most mountains of flesh, he was unselfish and good-natured to a fault, and consequently hopelessly wrong-headed about horse-racing. It will, by-the-bye, ever remain a ...
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