This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1855 edition. Excerpt: ...but it will be all clear by and by.--"And you--ay, blush, sir, as you should, --believed and were beguiled." In which last sentence the old lady is waxing a little termagantish on our hands. She proceeds, however, in a minor key. " To die but at your feet, she vowed to roam the world; and we would both ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1855 edition. Excerpt: ...but it will be all clear by and by.--"And you--ay, blush, sir, as you should, --believed and were beguiled." In which last sentence the old lady is waxing a little termagantish on our hands. She proceeds, however, in a minor key. " To die but at your feet, she vowed to roam the world; and we would both have sped, and begged our bread; but so it might not be; for, when the snow-storm beat our roof, she bore a boy,"--a queer effort of a snow-storm, entre nous--" Sir Bann, who grew as fair your likeness-proof as child e'er grew like man." A likeness-proof! Some engraver must have been talking to Tom about proof-impressions of plates, and he, in the simplicity of his bachelorship, must have imagined that there were proof-impressions too of children. Let us, however, permit Madame la Nonrice to proceed.--" 'Twas smiling on that babe one morn, while heath bloomed on the moor, her beauty struck young Lord Kinghorn, as he hunted past our door. SJie shunned him; hut he raved of Jane, and roused his mother's pride; who came to us in high disdain, and ' Where's the face, ' she cried, ' has witched my boy to wish for one so wretched for his wife? Dost love thy husband? Know my son has sworn to seek his life.' " Poetry breaks out here again in the following melodious lines: " Her anger sore dismayed us, For our mite wns wearing scant; And, unless that dame would aid us, There was none to aid our want. " So I told her, weeping bitterly, what all our woes had been; and, though she was a stern lady, the tear stood in her een. And she housed us both, when cheerfully my child that is not her son, the cabin-boy, but her bird Jane, to her had sworn, that, even if made a widow, she would never wed Kinghorn....
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