George At The Wheel

Author : George Egerton
Publisher : Theclassics.Us
ISBN 13 : 9781230387758
Total Pages : 52 pages
Book Rating : 4.3/5 (877 download)

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Download or read book The Wheel of God written by George Egerton and published by Theclassics.Us. This book was released on 2013-09 with total page 52 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1898 edition. Excerpt: ... put her arm under the girl's shoulder to raise her up, with the tears filling her eyes. As she drew her hand back she felt something hard, a little bottle; she closed her fingers over it. She kept it concealed as Madame returned. The doctor was running up the stairs, followed by a nurse. The landlady came down after her, and beckoned her into the parlour, closing the door. "La pauvrette," she cried, " she had trouble! it is not worz wile, n'est-ce pas, Mademoiselle? to speak of Monsieur to her familee; it help nozzing. Zis package was on ze table; it is directed to Mademoiselle." "A book," Mary said. She got into a street-car and stopped at Twentysecond Street. She did not know the number, but thought she could find the house. She had waited outside, on New Year's Eve, whilst Sep had gone in with some things for the little sister. She asked for the father; he came with an air of jaunty surprise. She made him understand, but had some difficulty in preventing him from blurting it out to the child. And it was not until the maiden ladies had braced him with brandy, found his gloves and silver-topped cane, and she had declared bluntly that she would not wait another second for him, that she succeeded in getting him under way. She felt a hard irritation and dislike for this selfish, chirpy little man; his absurd baby face brought back Sep--Sep with her birdlike daintiness, incisive, cynical tongue, and frank Bohemianism, with the odd strain of Puritanism ever at war underneath--Sep, who wore lace petticoats to the office, who always had flowers under her little flower face. She let him go upstairs, went into the parlour, and looked at the little blue vial. It was not so tiny after all, as it had no neck. . " Poison," in tiny red letters, and ..".