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The Weird Sisters; A Romance
Author: Richard Dowling
Year: December 20, 2009
Format: PDF
File size: PDF 1.5 MB
Language: English

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1880. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER IX. THE END OF THE HOLIDAY. Grey looked up with an uneasy start and a sudden pallor. and "You do not remember me. My name is Barraclough. I am London representative of Mr. Evans, your Daneford solicitor. and " and "Of course, of course. This is about the last place in the world I should think of meeting you, Mr. Barraclough. and " and "I may say the same of you, Mr. Grey. Indeed few men - none, practically speaking - of our age come here, unless specialists of some kind. and " and "I have never been here before. and " and "Nor have I. That fact explains our presence here to-day at our time of life. As a rule, boys are brought here when young, under the impression they are going to have a treat; they find the thing a pedantic stuck-up bore, get disgusted with the place, and swear an oath (most likely the only one they swear and keep) that they will not enter this building again. Ever after in their memory this building seems the sour, old, crusty, maiden aunt of the sights of London. Now, my dears, just walk on a little before us; I want to speak to this gentleman. Mind to keep a sharp look-out for Pharaoh's favourite coffin. I'm sure it's somewhere hereabouts. You'll know it at once by not being able to distinguish it from the others until you shut one eye and keep the other eye fixed on the Kosetta stone, because that is, as you know, the only key we have to the hiero glyphics. I think they keep the Kosetta stone in one of the cellars, for fear of the daylight fading the inscription. You shall go down and see it presently; but now run on, and look up the coffin. My nieces, Mr. Grey, and " he explained, as the children with bewildered gravity walked on. and "I live quite close - Bloomsbury Square. My wife had to go somewhere or other to-day, and asked me to take the children out for a few hours; so I left...

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