Ross, M: In Mr. Knox's Country
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Sprache:Englisch
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Verlag:External catalogues UK
Fr. 31.90
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Produktdetails
Einband
Taschenbuch
Erscheinungsdatum
30.04.2013
Verlag
External catalogues UKSeitenzahl
64
Maße (L/B/H)
24.6/18.9/0.3 cm
Gewicht
145 g
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN
978-1-150-26507-5
Excerpt: ...told me that he, assisted by Walkin' Aisy and the quarrymen, and attended by Miss Longmuir, had baled out the newly discovered well, and that the quarrymen had exacted whisky to sustain them during the later stages of the process, and that the sludge would be ideal for the roses. They believed the well was filling again beautifully, but they had to leave it because Flurry came over with the horse for Andrew for the paper-chase, and Andrew and Meg went out schooling. "What paper-chase?" I interpolated coldly. "Oh, they've got one up for Monday," said Philippa airily. "The children have been tearing up paper all day. I found--rather with horror--that Flurry had given them those old letters out of the turf-house to tear up--I said you and I would ride, of course "--she looked at me with apprehension veiled by defiance, and I said it was thoughtful of her.--" But I want to tell you about old Mrs. Knox," she said, hurrying on. "She told Flurry that the well had never been used since the time of the Famine, when they got up a soup-kitchen here, and the day after they opened the well she said the servants flew in a body out of the house, like wild geese!" "I don't wonder, if it smelt as it does now," I said. "Was that why they flew?" "Flurry said he didn't know what lifted them. But Flurry never says he doesn't know unless he does know and doesn't want to tell!" The following day was Saturday, and for the first time for many weeks a Sabbath stillness prevailed on the roof. Walkin' Aisy was absent; no explanation was forthcoming, and I diagnosed a funeral in the neighbourhood. It was on Sunday afternoon that I was roused from my usual meditation--consequent upon Sunday roast beef--by the intelligence that Mrs. William Shanahan wanted to speak to me. Mrs. Shanahan was a fair freckled woman, with a loud voice and a red face and the reputation of ruling Walkin' Aisy with a rod of iron. It appeared that Walkin' Aisy was confined to his bed; that he had had a...
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