Egan

Paperback | January 31, 2012

byHolworthy Hall

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1920. Excerpt: ... XXIII THE day opened gloriously, flooding the world with strong December sunshine and a flippant little breeze from westward. Even the sombre precincts of the old Egan mansion responded to it, once the morning had rushed through the lofty windows, and taken the citadel by storm. It was a day of whipping curtains, when the long, white draperies floated inward and danced in mid-air; refusing to be quelled except by strictures on the ventilation. To be sure, Mr. Wilson complained that he had been kept awake all night by the constant rustling, and Mr. Pennypacker lectured from the almanac on the behaviour of air currents, but breakfast was more cheerful, nevertheless. Judge Perkins was too sprightly to reflect upon the immortality of the soul, and Adams, after a week of profound despondency, was alert again. Even Mrs. McCain managed to relax a degree or two of her oval tension, and Millicent wore the expression of a lady in mourning who has worn mourning almost too long. Judge Perkins and Egan walked down town together. "Bronson," said the Honourable George suddenly, "how much have you thought about this circus performance of Eddie Macklin's? At our house, I mean. Stanley's campaign bomb." "A good deal," said Egan. "How'd it affect you?" "Why--the way it naturally would, I suppose." "If it has," said Perkins, "you're barking up the wrong tree. I'd just quit." Egan regarded him without comment. "Once I reminded you," said the old lawyer, "that when you once get to hating a man, you hate him all over. Of course you do. Everybody does. That's why a jail-bird finds it so hard to get another chance. Nobody'll hire an ex-bank-robber for a shipping clerk for fear he might steal some of the stencil-ink. And so on. When as a matter of fact--you see what I'm driving at...

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1920. Excerpt: ... XXIII THE day opened gloriously, flooding the world with strong December sunshine and a flippant little breeze from westward. ...

Format:PaperbackDimensions:94 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.19 inPublished:January 31, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217928641

ISBN - 13:9780217928649

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