Half-hours with the millionaires by B. B. WestHalf-hours with the millionaires by B. B. West

Half-hours with the millionaires

byB. B. West

Paperback | February 5, 2012

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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. 1892. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XIV. THE HANDSOME LIVER. It was strange, but several weeks passed before I turned up another millionaire, after Bugbrooke's interesting disclosure of his true character. I walked the streets for hours together with both my eyes wide open, in vain. After all, a good many men in London wear burst boots and frayed shirt cuffs who are not millionaires. Besides, one cannot always manage to have a near view of the left side of the nose. Millionaires have unconsciously contracted a habit of turning that side away. On the other hand, happily, it is impossible to say where one will not light upon a specimen. I came on one lately in circumstances as unlikely as could possibly be imagined. I was walking along a thoroughfare which I need not particularize. Narrow as it is, it contains many fine houses, some magnificent, overlooking a royal park. A heavy shower fell, and I stood up for shelter in the porch of one of the finest. After a minute or two, a gentleman hurried underneath it. A little girl held each hand, and he was telling stories. "Stay a moment, father," I heard one of the two say; "you shan't ring till the good fairy has eaten the sugar nose." I saw that it must be the owner of the mansion. As I had no right, either to occupy his doorstep or to hear his tale, without an invitation, I began to move away. "Pray do not go into the rain," a pleasant voice was saying, when it broke into an exclamation: "If it isn't Marmosette." So it was. They called me that at the Evangelical school at Clapham, from my second name, Marmion, and used to try to feed me with flies and slugs and spiders. Wat Wray was at school with me--his guardian was a sour Evangelical--and had been one of my tormenters. As invariably happens when two men meet on a doorstep, one apparen...
Title:Half-hours with the millionairesFormat:PaperbackDimensions:54 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.11 inPublished:February 5, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217485022

ISBN - 13:9780217485029