Stories by American Authors; French, Alice the Bishop's Vagabond, by Octave Thanet. Bellamy, E. Lost, Stockton, Lousie. Kirby's Coals of Fire. Crosby,

Stories by American Authors; French, Alice the Bishop's Vagabond, by Octave Thanet. Bellamy, E. Lost, Stockton, Lousie. Kirby's Coals of Fire. Crosby,

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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. 1885 edition. Excerpt: ...she got it--she got it." As I looked at him his face seemed to grow more familiar. At this moment Miss Raggles, who had gone upstairs to get her cloak, made her appearance. I bade a hurried good-night to Mr. and Mrs. Slater, and accompanied the young lady home. She lived in that part of Fifth Avenue which is on the confines of both New York and Harlem. She treated me as a distinguished stranger, and ended by inviting me to call. Unsuspecting Miss Raggles! Her mother had apparently gone home hours before. In the Slater set they managed things in this way. I wonder when I am to be paid. January 22d. have discovered where I have seen Mr. Slater before. I stopped at Stewart's yesterday to buy some gloves (I was paid the morning after the Slater party), and as I walked down the shop one of the individuals popularly known as " walkers" approached me. " What do you desire, sir?" I heard a pompous voice say. " Where may I direct you?" " Gloves," I said, mechanically. "Third section on the right hand, Fourth Avenue side, sir." I looked at my guide, as a familiar tone struck my ear. It was Mr. Slater. At the same instant he recognized me. A moment before we had been independent human beings--at the next our consciousness of the mutual knowledge we possessed of each other destroyed our comfort. Mr. Slater walked away in one direction and I in another. Still, it was a comfort to know where I had seen him before. January 2'jth.--I find that a whole week has elapsed since I have written anything in my journal. The truth is, I have been too miserable. This occupation is degrading. Everywhere I go some fresh humiliation awaits me. The very servants look on me with suspicion. At one place the butler followed me around all the evening as if I were a thief. I don't...show more

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  • Paperback | 42 pages
  • 119.38 x 162.56 x 38.1mm | 408.23g
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  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236661702
  • 9781236661708