Through The Postern Gate A Romance In 7 Days

Author : Florence Louisa Barclay
Publisher : Theclassics.Us
ISBN 13 : 9781230376875
Total Pages : 40 pages
Book Rating : 4.3/5 (768 download)

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Download or read book Through the Postern Gate; a Romance in Seven Days written by Florence Louisa Barclay and published by Theclassics.Us. This book was released on 2013-09 with total page 40 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. 1912 edition. Excerpt: ... ILLUSTRATIONS FROM DRAWINGS BY F. H. TOWNSEND PAGE It was always you I wanted, ' said the Boy." Frontispiece The First Day. "'Fank de Lord, ' said my Little Boy Blue" 30 The Second Day. "'I'm not lazy, ' he said; 'but I'm on the wrong side of Jordan'" . . 58 The Third Day. "What does Jenkins call you when he feels affectionate?" .... 8a The Fourth Day. "'It was hers, ' he said" . . . 112 The Fifth Day. "Silence under the mulberry tree; the silence of a great decision" . . 158 The Sixth Day. "The Boy--being the Boy--had not comeback" ..... 190 THE FIRST DAY THE STORY OF LITTLE BOY BLUE UT it was not your niece! It was always you I wanted," said the Boy. He lay back, in a deep wicker chair, under the old mulberry tree. He had taken the precaution of depositing his cup and saucer on the soft turf beneath his chair, because he knew that, under the stress of sudden emotion, china--especially the best china--had a way of flying off his knee. And there was no question as to the exquisite quality of the china on the dainty tea-table over which Miss Christobel Charteris presided. The Boy had watched her pouring the tea into those pretty rose-leaf cups, nearly every afternoon during the golden two weeks just over. He knew every movement of those firm white hands, so soft, yet so strong and capable. The Boy used to stand beside her, ready to hand Mollie's cup, as punctiliously as if a dozen girls had been sitting in the old garden, waiting to be quickly served by the only man. The Boy enjoyed being the only man. Also he had quite charming manners. He never allowed the passing of breadand-butter to interfere with the flow of conversation; yet the bread-and-butter was always within reach at the precise moment you wanted it, though the Boy's bright eyes...