Author: William Black
Publisher: Litres
ISBN: 5040617135
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 201
Book Description
White Wings: A Yachting Romance, Volume III
Author: William Black
Publisher: Litres
ISBN: 5040617135
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 201
Book Description
Publisher: Litres
ISBN: 5040617135
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 201
Book Description
White Wings: A Yachting Romance, Volume I
Author: William Black
Publisher: Litres
ISBN: 5040830866
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 195
Book Description
Publisher: Litres
ISBN: 5040830866
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 195
Book Description
White Wings. A Yachting Romance
Author: William Black
Publisher: BoD – Books on Demand
ISBN: 3385485177
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 482
Book Description
Reprint of the original, first published in 1882.
Publisher: BoD – Books on Demand
ISBN: 3385485177
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 482
Book Description
Reprint of the original, first published in 1882.
White Wings: A Yachting Romance (Complete)
Author: William Black
Publisher: Library of Alexandria
ISBN: 1465586326
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 598
Book Description
A murmur runs through the crowd; the various idlers grow alert; all eyes are suddenly turned to the south. And there, far away over the green headland, a small tuft of brown smoke appears, rising into the golden glow of the afternoon, and we know that by and by we shall see the great steamer with her scarlet funnels come sailing round the point. The Laird of Denny-mains assumes an air of still further importance; he pulls his frock-coat tight at the waist; he adjusts his black satin necktie; his tall, white, stiff collar seems more rigid and white than ever. He has heard of the wonderful stranger; and he knows that now she is drawing near. Heard of her? He has heard of nothing else since ever he came to us in these northern wilds. For the mistress of this household—with all her domineering ways and her fits of majestic temper—has a love for her intimate girl-friends far passing the love of men; especially when the young ladies are obedient, and gentle, and ready to pay to her matronly dignity the compliment of a respectful awe. And this particular friend who is now coming to us: what has not the Laird heard about her during these past few days?—of her high courage, her resolute unselfishness, her splendid cheerfulness? "A singing-bird in the house," that was one of the phrases used, "in wet weather or fine." And then the enthusiastic friend muddled her metaphors somehow, and gave the puzzled Laird to understand that the presence of this young lady in a house was like having sweet-brier about the rooms. No wonder he put on his highest and stiffest collar before he marched grandly down with us to the quay. "And does she not deserve a long holiday sir?" says the Laird's hostess to him, as together they watch for the steamer coming round the point. "Just fancy! Two months' attendance on that old woman, who was her mother's nurse. Two months in a sick-room, without a soul to break the monotony of it. And the girl living in a strange town all by herself!" "Ay; and in such a town as Edinburgh," remarks the Laird, with great compassion. His own property lies just outside Glasgow. "Dear me," says he, "what must a young English leddy have thought of our Scotch way of speech when she heard they poor Edinburgh bodies and their yaumering sing-song? Not that I quarrel with any people for having an accent in their way of speaking; they have that in all parts of England as well as in Scotland—in Yorkshire, and Somersetshire, and what not; and even in London itself there is a way of speech that is quite recognisable to a stranger. But I have often thought that there was less trace of accent about Glesca and the west of Scotland than in any other part; in fact, ah have often been taken for an Englishman maself." "Indeed!" says this gentle creature standing by him; and her upturned eyes are full of an innocent belief. You would swear she was meditating on summoning instantly her boys from Epsom College that they might acquire a pure accent—or get rid of all accent—on the banks of the Clyde. "Yes," say the Laird, with a decision almost amounting to enthusiasm, "it is a grand inheritance that we in the south of Scotland are preserving for you English people; and you know little of it. You do not know that we are preserving the English language for you as it was spoken centuries ago, and as you find it in your oldest writings. Scotticisms! Why, if ye were to read the prose of Mandeville or Wyclif, or the poetry of Robert of Brunne or Langdale, ye would find that our Scotticisms were the very pith and marrow of the English language. Ay; it is so." The innocent eyes express such profound interest that the Laird of Denny-mains almost forgets about the coming steamer, so anxious is he to crush us with a display of his erudition.
Publisher: Library of Alexandria
ISBN: 1465586326
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 598
Book Description
A murmur runs through the crowd; the various idlers grow alert; all eyes are suddenly turned to the south. And there, far away over the green headland, a small tuft of brown smoke appears, rising into the golden glow of the afternoon, and we know that by and by we shall see the great steamer with her scarlet funnels come sailing round the point. The Laird of Denny-mains assumes an air of still further importance; he pulls his frock-coat tight at the waist; he adjusts his black satin necktie; his tall, white, stiff collar seems more rigid and white than ever. He has heard of the wonderful stranger; and he knows that now she is drawing near. Heard of her? He has heard of nothing else since ever he came to us in these northern wilds. For the mistress of this household—with all her domineering ways and her fits of majestic temper—has a love for her intimate girl-friends far passing the love of men; especially when the young ladies are obedient, and gentle, and ready to pay to her matronly dignity the compliment of a respectful awe. And this particular friend who is now coming to us: what has not the Laird heard about her during these past few days?—of her high courage, her resolute unselfishness, her splendid cheerfulness? "A singing-bird in the house," that was one of the phrases used, "in wet weather or fine." And then the enthusiastic friend muddled her metaphors somehow, and gave the puzzled Laird to understand that the presence of this young lady in a house was like having sweet-brier about the rooms. No wonder he put on his highest and stiffest collar before he marched grandly down with us to the quay. "And does she not deserve a long holiday sir?" says the Laird's hostess to him, as together they watch for the steamer coming round the point. "Just fancy! Two months' attendance on that old woman, who was her mother's nurse. Two months in a sick-room, without a soul to break the monotony of it. And the girl living in a strange town all by herself!" "Ay; and in such a town as Edinburgh," remarks the Laird, with great compassion. His own property lies just outside Glasgow. "Dear me," says he, "what must a young English leddy have thought of our Scotch way of speech when she heard they poor Edinburgh bodies and their yaumering sing-song? Not that I quarrel with any people for having an accent in their way of speaking; they have that in all parts of England as well as in Scotland—in Yorkshire, and Somersetshire, and what not; and even in London itself there is a way of speech that is quite recognisable to a stranger. But I have often thought that there was less trace of accent about Glesca and the west of Scotland than in any other part; in fact, ah have often been taken for an Englishman maself." "Indeed!" says this gentle creature standing by him; and her upturned eyes are full of an innocent belief. You would swear she was meditating on summoning instantly her boys from Epsom College that they might acquire a pure accent—or get rid of all accent—on the banks of the Clyde. "Yes," say the Laird, with a decision almost amounting to enthusiasm, "it is a grand inheritance that we in the south of Scotland are preserving for you English people; and you know little of it. You do not know that we are preserving the English language for you as it was spoken centuries ago, and as you find it in your oldest writings. Scotticisms! Why, if ye were to read the prose of Mandeville or Wyclif, or the poetry of Robert of Brunne or Langdale, ye would find that our Scotticisms were the very pith and marrow of the English language. Ay; it is so." The innocent eyes express such profound interest that the Laird of Denny-mains almost forgets about the coming steamer, so anxious is he to crush us with a display of his erudition.
The English Catalogue of Books [annual].
Author:
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : English literature
Languages : en
Pages : 736
Book Description
Vols. 1898- include a directory of publishers.
Publisher:
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Category : English literature
Languages : en
Pages : 736
Book Description
Vols. 1898- include a directory of publishers.
The English Catalogue of Books [annual]
Author: Sampson Low
Publisher:
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Category : English literature
Languages : en
Pages : 156
Book Description
Vols. for 1898-1968 include a directory of publishers.
Publisher:
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Category : English literature
Languages : en
Pages : 156
Book Description
Vols. for 1898-1968 include a directory of publishers.
Truth
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Pages : 888
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Pages : 888
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The English Catalogue of Books
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Pages : 150
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Pages : 150
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“The” Athenaeum
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Pages : 884
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Pages : 884
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Saturday Review
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Pages : 998
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