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Hope mills Amanda Minnie Douglas

Hope mills

Amanda Minnie Douglas

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General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1880 Original Publisher: Lee and Shepard, Publishers Subjects: Fiction / General Fiction / Classics Fiction / Historical Fiction / Literary Fiction / Short Stories Literary Criticism /MoreGeneral Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1880 Original Publisher: Lee and Shepard, Publishers Subjects: Fiction / General Fiction / Classics Fiction / Historical Fiction / Literary Fiction / Short Stories Literary Criticism / General Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: CHAPTER IV. The garden-part)- was a success, and Miss Lawrence the acknowledged belle of the evening. No one else could have carried off the peculiar stjle of dress. She knew that she was radiant- and triumphs were a necessary sweet incense, that she always kept alive on her shrine. There was no need of making a hurried election: indeed, her chief aim now was pleasure and conquest. They were sitting over their dainty lunch, Mrs. Eastman having dropped in- and, after the party had been pretty thoroughly discussed, a little lull ensued. Fred toyed with some luscious cherries, in his usual indolent manner. Nothing in this world was worth a hurry or a worry, according to this 3oung mans creed. He had dawdled through the party, waltzing with a languid grace that most girls considered the essence of high-breeding. It. was all one to him. His set affected to think lifo something of a bore. Intense emotion of any kind was vulgar. B)- the by, Rene, said Mrs. Eastman, do you suppose Sylvie Barry is engaged to that Darcy fellow? It was odd that she should go off on a picnic with him, instead of the party. She has the queerest, mixed-up tastes. What Darcy fellow? asked Irene in surprise. Sylvie Barry Jack Uarcy exclaimed Fred, in as much amazement as his superfine breeding would allow. Mrs. Eastman gave a mellifluous laugh. Dont 3-ou remember? but you were such a child Fred does. The Damon to his ...