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: ...at the foot of the steps. Fay, her cloak upon her arm, and carrying her bouquet, comes to Sir George. St. Roche appears at the top of the steps. One by one, the Princess, Mrs. Sabiston and Eave bid good-night to Mrs. St. Roche and Denstroude, and depart, preceded by St. Roche. Fay. Softly, to Sir George. Good-night, ...
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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: ...at the foot of the steps. Fay, her cloak upon her arm, and carrying her bouquet, comes to Sir George. St. Roche appears at the top of the steps. One by one, the Princess, Mrs. Sabiston and Eave bid good-night to Mrs. St. Roche and Denstroude, and depart, preceded by St. Roche. Fay. Softly, to Sir George. Good-night, uncle George. Sir George. To her, in a low voice, a little sternly. Be in tomorrow afternoon at three. I shall want to see you. Fay. Apprehensively. Ah--! you are not going to say good-bye to-morrow? Sir George. No, no, no--not to-morrow. Fay. Brighte/ning. Only to scold me for gometing. Good! Sir George. You were right. I don't like to hear you, or any young lady, boldly airing opinions before older people. Fay. I knew. I vatched your face. But I vas r-r-rolling along--I could not stop myself, you understand. Sir George. And these tricks on the billiard-table! Where did you pick those up? Pay. A man taught me in New York, in the hotel ve boarded at. 'E took great pains vit me. Sir George. Pah! Fay. Looking at him under her eyelashe, . Not lady-like, you tink? Sir George. Out of temper. Oh--! Fay. H'm! not q'vite lady-like--eh? Sir George. No, indeed. Fay. Penitently. I am so angry vit myself. I vill not do dese tings any more. Sir George. Ah, don't! Fay. Sighing. Good-night. Sir George. There, there! Good-night, you--you--you rascal. Sleep well. Fay. With a nod and a smile. Alvays, alvays sleep vell. Slie gives Mm a final nod, and leaves him. Shaking hands with Denstrottde. Good-night. Holding up her bouquet. Tanks, again. Kissing Mrs. St. Roche. Good-night, Mrs. St. Roche. Mrs. St. Roche. Good-night, dear child. FAY runs lightly iip the steps and disappears. Sir George. Shaking hands with Mrs. St. Roche, who is now by the ottoman. I may come in...
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