Valedictory Address to the Graduating Class of Jefferson Medical College, Philadelphia; Delivered March 11, 1874, at the Academy of Music

Valedictory Address to the Graduating Class of Jefferson Medical College, Philadelphia; Delivered March 11, 1874, at the Academy of Music

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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. 1874 edition. Excerpt: ... came, and shone, and faded, until the timid dawn awoke in the east; the topmost branches of the aspen blushed rosy-red, a bird called to its mate rapturously through the silence, and the river laughed with new joy for the new day. And the desire of her heart had come to Constance. CHAPTER VI. DAWN. Once already that night Hassan had been awakened by the fancied sound of footsteps prowling about the camp. Once already, when he had gone out hurriedly into the darkness, his camels'-hair abbas folded stiffly about him, and the wind ruffling his thin gray hair, it was only to see the tranquil row of white tents shining peacefully in the moonlight, and to hear the vague sighing of the trees. But now, as he looked cautiously around him, something moved out there in the shadow; a dark figure was coming slowly towards him, lounging about in the moonlight, its hands in its pockets and a cigar in its mouth. " What's the matter, Hassan? Anything up?" Stuart demanded in a low tone. The young man laughed to scorn any suggestion that harm might come to him of this ghostly wandering. "You go to sleep now and let me alone. Catch the fever? That's a likely story! and what the devil does it matter to you if I do? I tell you what it is, Hassan: the care of this family is getting to be too much for your brain. Now go to bed, there's a good fellow, and don't bother. You'd better go to sleep. This is a capital place for sleeping, you know. I stumbled over one of your guards a moment ago, and I'm blessed if the fellow even winked," he said good-humouredly. He walked down into the darkness, and stared at the swirling stream. "She cares for me--she cares for me as I do for that" he thought, and tossed his cigar into the water, and saw the spark of fire sputter and go...show more

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  • Paperback | 38 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 86g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 123666714X
  • 9781236667144