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. 1869 Excerpt: ... I wonder what has become of George all this evening? I went out while the men were having their supper to see if I could find him, but I could not see anything of him." "I do not know," replied Roger. "I daresay he is up in the clouds somewhere. Perhaps he is in the orchard writing a sonnet to the full moon. Poets are ...
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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. 1869 Excerpt: ... I wonder what has become of George all this evening? I went out while the men were having their supper to see if I could find him, but I could not see anything of him." "I do not know," replied Roger. "I daresay he is up in the clouds somewhere. Perhaps he is in the orchard writing a sonnet to the full moon. Poets are always worse when the moon is at the full I have heard." Roger opened the door of the orchard, and he and Susan went in. The old grotesque trees, covered with white lichen, looked very strange and weird-like in the pale light. One might have fancied that the spirits of the ancient Druids had descended from the downs, and were holding here some mystic dance, or performing some unknown ceremonies. George, however, was nowhere to be seen; but his brother and sister stood for a few minutes under his old tree, on the very spot where, a few days before, he had thrown himself down and given way to his bitter displeasure and wounded feeling. "George is not here," said Roger. "I expect he is gone up to his room. I don't fancy he would quite like to show his face before the Huntleys after the insolent way he talked about them to me the other day; and he ought to be ashamed of himself, really. 'A party of vulgar snobs, ' indeed! He actually called them that. I wonder who he thinks himself to be. As if they weren't infinitely superior to him, and to everyone connected with him." "They are very different from the people we have been used to," said Susan. "I should think they were," replied Roger. "Granny does not like them," said Susan, summoning up all her courage, "she think them false." "False!" exclaimed Roger, " what nonsense; but that's only an old wom...
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