The man of the hour by Octave ThanetThe man of the hour by Octave Thanet

The man of the hour

byOctave Thanet

Paperback | January 2, 2012

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Book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1905. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XVII JOSIAH WINSLOW'S DAY When Johnny came out of the darkness, he was sure that he was not yet awake, for he lay in his own bed in his own room, and to his dazzled and darkling senses there was nothing incongruous in the new picture of his mother, while he remembered well the portrait of his father, whose rugged features faced him from the wall of the opposite room and seemed vaguely to welcome him. The room looked exactly as it used to look in his college vacations. There were all the old belongings of the room: the folio, the pistols, the sword of the ancient governor, the pictures which he had known from a child, the big arm-chair, the lounge at the foot of the bed, the writing-table on which Peggy and he had scratched their childish initials--Hilma had cuffed them both impartially for that same act--the samovar, which was his mother's, on her table. Through the side door, he could view the white tiles of his bath-room, and the very same old brown bath-robe of his Harvard days was flung over a chair. It was so like the old time and all so dreamlike that he wondered if he could not make his mind work more marvels, as he had made it at the hospital. Once to feel his mother's arm under his neck as he used to feel it in his childish hurts, once to hear his father's gruff whisper: "Hullo, son, feeling better?" once to see Peggy's radiant head tossed at him,--he wouldn't mind, then, having been killed, just when life meant something! Perhaps his mind would feign images for him-- yes, it was obeying him! With a thrill, he was conscious that an arm was under his pillow, that a tear splashed on his hair to roll over his forehead, that a woman's soft tones trembled on the words: "My dear boy! my dear boy!" Yet it was not quite, not quite mamasa's violin sweetness of voice. Who els...
Title:The man of the hourFormat:PaperbackDimensions:122 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.26 inPublished:January 2, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217123694

ISBN - 13:9780217123693