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. 1898 Excerpt: ...The boulevards of love, even like Glasgow thoroughfares at midnight, are ever in a state of uncertainty; and a lover--any lover, in fact, fickle or true, false or fair--seems to have a kind of a claim upon Providence, just as an elder of the Kirk and the street-walker can equally well demand civic supervision 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. 1898 Excerpt: ...The boulevards of love, even like Glasgow thoroughfares at midnight, are ever in a state of uncertainty; and a lover--any lover, in fact, fickle or true, false or fair--seems to have a kind of a claim upon Providence, just as an elder of the Kirk and the street-walker can equally well demand civic supervision and protection. As Mr Robert Mowbray had no pressing need for civic protection that morning as he passed along the city streets, Providence thought it well, perhaps, to help the young man in his somewhat out-of-the-way course, by providing him with an interruption of a friendly kind, in which there came to him the guidance that comes at times like a revelation, or rather like a dictate of conscience. "Hallo, Mowbray!" was the rather commonplace greeting of Providence, as the confidential clerk of Messrs Macpherson M'Lean & Co. passed, with speed in his pace, near the Royal Exchange. It is needless to say that Providence--which, as has already been stated, has a kind of chaperonage over the steps of the soul-engrossed--revealed itself on this occasion, in the personality of a Glasgow merchant, on his way down town. The gods among men were not ashamed to say " Hallo!" to anyone, even before the days of the telephone. "Hallo, Mr Mowbray!" again shouted Providence, on the rush from the pavement to the causeway and back to the pavement. Had the shoulder of the soulabsorbed Mowbray been within reach, the personation of Providence would possibly have emphasised the shout in Robert's ear by a still more bucolic method of greeting. "Ah, how do you do, Mr Turner?" exclaimed the young man with a start. Mr Turner's full signature was, as everybody knew, P. C. Turner, Esq., head of the firm of Turner Brothers of West Nile...
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