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Автор: Hume (1859-1932) Fergus
Название: The Green Mummy
ISBN: 9781540450678
Издательство: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
Классификация: ISBN-10: 1540450678
Обложка/Формат: Paperback
Страницы: 340
Вес: 0.45 кг.
Дата издания: 16.11.2016
Язык: English
Размер: 229 x 152 x 18
Поставляется из: США
Описание: Extract: CHAPTER I. THE LOVERS I am very angry, pouted the maid. In heavens name, why? questioned the bachelor. You have, so to speak, bought me. Impossible: your price is prohibitive. Indeed, when a thousand pounds- You are worth fifty and a hundred times as much. Pooh That interjection doesnt answer my question. I dont think it is one which needs answering, said the young man lightly; there are more important things to talk about than pounds, shillings, and sordid pence. Oh, indeed Such as- Love, on a day such as this is. Look at the sky, blue as your eyes; at the sunshine, golden as your hair. Warm as your affection, you should say. Affection So cold a word, when I love you. To the extent of one thousand pounds. Lucy, you are a-woman. That money did not buy your love, but the consent of your step-father to our marriage. Had I not humored his whim, he would have insisted upon your marrying Random. Lucy pouted again and in scorn. As if I ever would, said she. Well, I dont know. Random is a soldier and a baronet; handsome and agreeable, with a certain amount of talent. What objection can you find to such a match? One insuperable objection; he isnt you, Archie-darling. Hm, the adjective appears to be an afterthought, grumbled the bachelor; then, when she merely laughed teasingly after the manner of women, he added moodily: No, by Jove, Random isnt me, by any manner of means. I am but a poor artist without fame or position, struggling on three hundred a year for a grudging recognition. Quite enough for one, you greedy creature. And for two? he inquired softly. More than enough. Oh, nonsense, nonsense, nonsense What when I am engaged to you? Actions speak much louder than remarks, Mr. Archibald Hope. I love you more than I do money. Angel angel You said that I was a woman just now. What do, you mean? This, and he kissed her willing lips in the lane, which was empty save for blackbirds and beetles. Is any explanation a clear one? Not to an angel, who requires adoration, but to a woman who-Let us walk on, Archie, or we shall be late for dinner......

The Green Mummy, Hume (1859-1932) Fergus