Trelawny of the "Wells; ." a Comedietta in Four Acts

Trelawny of the "Wells; ." a Comedietta in Four Acts

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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. 1898 edition. Excerpt: ...Sitting. My bride! tom, from behind the table, unperceived, takes the decanter and hides it under the table, then sits. Gadd, missing the decanter, contents himself with the biscuits. Avonia. Well, Rose, my darling, we've been talking about nothing but ourselves. How are you getting along here? Rose. Getting along? oh, I--I don't fancy I'm getting along very well, thank you! Colpoys And Avonia. Not! Gadd. His mouth fidl of biscuit. Not! Rose. Sitting by the card-table. No, boys; no 'Vonia. The truth is, it isn't as nice as you'd think it. I suppose the Profession had its drawbacks--mother used to say so--but raising her amis one could fly. Yes, in Brydon Crescent one was a dirty little London sparrow, perhaps; but here, in this grand square!Oh, it's the story of the caged bird, over again. Avonia. A love-bird, though. Rose. Poor Authur? yes, he's a dear. Rising. But the Gowers--the old Gowers! the Gowers! the Gowers! She paces the room, beating her hands together. In her excitement, she ceases to whisper, and gradually becomes loud and voluble. The others, following her lead, chatter noisily--excepting Tom, who sits, thoughtfully, looking before him. Rose. The ancient Gowers! the venerable Gowers! Avonia. You mean, the grandfather? Rose. And the aunt--the great-aunt--the great bore of a great-aunt! The very mention of 'em makes something go " tap, tap, tap, tap" at the top of my head. Avonia. Oh, I am sorry to hear this. Well, upon my word! Rose. Would you believe it? 'Vonia--boys--you'll never believe it! I mayn't walk out with Arthur alone, nor see him here alone. I mayn't sing; no, nor sneeze even Avonia. Shrilly. Not sing or sneeze I Coi/poys. Indignantly. Not sneeze! Rose. No, nor sit on the floor--the floor! Avonia. Why, when we...show more

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  • Paperback | 36 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 82g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 123661884X
  • 9781236618849