Cometh Up as a Flower; An Autobiography

Rhoda Broughton

ISBN 10: 1230259775 / ISBN 13: 9781230259772

Published by Theclassics.Us, 2013

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Zustand: Sehr gut | Seiten: 102 | Sprache: Englisch | Produktart: Bücher | Keine Beschreibung verfügbar.

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Bibliographic Details

• Title: Cometh Up as a Flower; An Autobiography
• Publisher: Theclassics.Us
• Publication Date: 2013
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 1230259775
• ISBN 13: 9781230259772
• Binding: Soft cover
• Condition: Sehr gut
• Seller catalogs:
  • Bücher

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Synopsis

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. 1867 edition. Excerpt: ...it. Endless appeared to me the lengths of moony turnpike, the wood-shaded windings and twistiugs among Lord Stencliffe's great quiet oaks and beeches. Whether it was all love and no champagne, or all champagne and no love, or half love and half champagne, or three quarters love and one quarter champagne, or one quarter love and three quarters champagne, I cannot say, but certain it is, that Hugh became inconveniently tender--tender in the moonlight, tenderer far in the shade. I, in my own mind, ascribed an undue preponderance to the champagne element, and suffered agonies of apprehension lest the grooms behind should overhear his amorous platitudes. "Jolly and big the moon looks, doesn't it? like a Cheshire cheese!" The moon, the sacred moon, the be-songed, the be-sonneted moon, the moon that Romeo sware by, and that Milton saw " Stooping thro1 a fleecy cloud," like a Cheshire cheese! "How poetical," said I, sardonically. "No, it isn't poetical, I know. I'm not up to the dodge of poetry. I don't go in for those kind of things. I would though, if it would make you like me any better." Cupid and the vintage of Epernai have infused a certain sentimentality into the dark middle-aged eyes that contemplate me. "How soon shall we be home?" I ask, abruptly, looking at him discomfortably, and thinking how plain the crow's feet come out in the moonlight. "Home! Why we've hardly set out yet. We haven't got to the fourth milestone by Thorny Hill, you know!" "Haven't we?" "What are you in such a hurry to get home for? I feel as if I should not mind going spinning along here for ever behind such tidy cattle and with you beside me!" As he speaks we reach a toll-gate, and the sleepy toll-keeper descends in a slight and sketchy attire, suitable for the...