The Jilt, by the Author of 'Cousin Geoffrey'

The Jilt, by the Author of 'Cousin Geoffrey'

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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. 1844 edition. Excerpt: ... I long to hear all; but far more to embrace you, dearest. "Your own, "lily." Lilias Egerton To Melicent Luttrell. "Oh, Melicent, I have seen him again! I was walking with Susan; he came up, asked after mamma's health, and offered me a beautiful goldfinch, which he had just rescued from a cruel boy. He gave me, too, some flowers, among them were a geranium and myrtle which I have planted. I fear I have done very wrong, Melicent, for I have not told mamma of these meetings; and Susan, though I did not tell her to keep them secret, has said nothing about them. But the geranium and myrtle are planted, and the bird makes my dressing-room seem quite gay; he is such a warbler and flutterer! Albert Forrester is very tall, dark, pale, with black hair and eyes. He looks about nine and twenty; you will think this rather old; but you know I do not admire boys. You, Melicent, like to be looked up to by your chosen; I, to look up to mine; but what folly! This stranger is nothing to me. Only in this lonely place any event assumes the importance of an adventure--any passable stranger seems a hero of romance. 1 shall certainly tell mamma of my adventure. I do not fear blame but ridicule--not from her, for she is very romantic; but Papa is so fond of teasing, and joking one about lovers and getting married. I wouldn't have him know it for the world, and mamma always tells him Even if she promises secresy, she is sure 1 forget. So don't let papa find out secret of yours, if you have one of a I nature; or you will have no peace. He delights in making even the village-girls, and the maids blush. "I own I think it is an indiscreet trifling with the most exquisite sensibilities of woman's nature. I told him so; but! grieve to say, with no...
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  • Paperback | 126 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 7mm | 240g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236493648
  • 9781236493644