Author : Florence Marryat
Publisher : Rarebooksclub.com
ISBN 13 : 9781230014159
Total Pages : 62 pages
Book Rating : 4.0/5 (141 download)
Book Synopsis A Harvest of Wild Oats; a Novel Volume 1 by : Florence Marryat
Download or read book A Harvest of Wild Oats; a Novel Volume 1 written by Florence Marryat and published by Rarebooksclub.com. This book was released on 2013-09 with total page 62 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. 1877 edition. Excerpt: ..."And yet you will stand me out, Mrs. Iredell, that you've not been flirting." "I'm sure you're not the one to talk about flirting," murmurs Clare in a sleepy tone, "when you've been sitting the whole evening in the back drawingroom'with Mrs.' Seymour." ' "Poor Addy! I thought she looked dreadfully 'old and made-up to-night. I suppose it was the contrast with my fresh, unspoilt darling. Clare, if you ever begin to use powder and paint, I'll have a judicial separation." But Clare is blissfully unconscious of the threat, and with one hand tight clasped in his, has fallen contentedly asleep upon his shoulder. CHAPTER XI. "Just like Brother and Sister." SHE feels almost as sleepy when she comes down to breakfast the next morning, and in answer to some jest from her husband on her languid appearance and manner, reiterates her dislike of parties and late hours. "I never did like them, Frank, and I am afraid I never shall. They seem such a waste of time to me." "Well, you know my opinion on the matter, Clare; and as soon as these preliminary necessary inflictions are over, we will let the truth be generally known. Ten years hence, perhaps, when we have grown utterly sick of each other's society, we may take to them again." "Frank, do you think we shall ever grow tired of one another?" asks Clare, earnestly, as she leans over the back of her husband's chair with both arms around his neck, and her lips pressed to the crown of his handsome head. "I hope not, darling; but there is no telling the future. I don't look like a dying man at this mo ment; but if you continue to throttle...