An Old Mans Love
Mr William Whittlestaff was strolling very slowly up and down the long walk at his country seat in Hampshire, thinking of the contents of a letter which he held crushed up within his trousers' pocket. He always breakfasted exactly at nine, and the letters were supposed to be brought to him at a quarter past. The postman was really due at his hall-door at a quarter before nine; but though he had lived in the same house for above fifteen years, and though he was a man very anxious to get his letters, he had never yet learned the truth about them.
- Paperback | 80 pages
- 216 x 280 x 4mm | 209g
- 24 Jun 2015
- Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
- Illustrations, black and white