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. 1908 edition. Excerpt: ...from the other men to a quiet corner of the picture gallery, saying nothing. "Won't you sit down?" I asked. She allowed herself and her pretty fluffiness to sink into a window-seat. "I am afraid," I added, observing her closely, "that you have been dancing too much again." It seemed to have made her hand ...
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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. 1908 edition. Excerpt: ...from the other men to a quiet corner of the picture gallery, saying nothing. "Won't you sit down?" I asked. She allowed herself and her pretty fluffiness to sink into a window-seat. "I am afraid," I added, observing her closely, "that you have been dancing too much again." It seemed to have made her hand tremble. Constance shook her head but said nothing, being fatigued. "Now then," I began. "First of all, don't you really consider it a crying pity that she is going on the stage?" I said this in an adroit manner as if it had just occurred to me, but I had a purpose in it, as you will see, and was watching her out of the corner of my eye. I saw her eyebrows go up and then come down again. We had not been speaking of Hulda. "She is in love with the idea," said Constance quietly. "I know all that, but there are so many better things to be in love with." "For example?" she asked. "The East Side," I replied gallantly. "I am afraid you can't convince her of that." "I can't convince her of anything. That's why I am seeking your aid in the matter." "My aid?" echoed gentle little Constance. "You flatter me." She uses these stereotyped phrases sometimes, but her voice and manner lend them distinction. "Why don't you apply to her?" she said, and looked up at me. "I have done so," said I. "If I had been successful I should not have appealed to you in this matter." "This matter? What matter?" asked Constance, in her rapid manner of speech. "You have n't confided in me. you know." "I am very anxious to do so though. I am doing it now, you see." Constance waited. She has a great deal of her mother's repose. "Well," I began, "your little sister's governess is rather stunning, you know." "Indeed yes." "And men--you know how men are. They can't help it, ...
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Add this copy of My Lost Duchess an Idyl of the Town to cart. $100.00, fair condition, Sold by Princeton Antiques Bookservice rated 3.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Atlantic City, NJ, UNITED STATES, published 1908 by THE CENTURY CO..
