Latchkey Ladies Classic Reprint

Excerpt from Latchkey Ladies Hat the serpent really tempted Eve with, Anne Carey said gloomily, was a latchkey. She had been too tired to eat the boiled beef - with plentiful greens - that the Mimosa Club provided for members on Thursday nights. But by the time the hot, burnt coffee was handed round, and she had taken the large cup that Dolly the fat-checked maid had remem bered to bring her - large cup a penny extra - she began to emerge from the physical languor that had kept her silent, and a faint colour came into her face. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Second Latchkey Even when Annesley Grayle turned out of the Strand toward the Savoy She was uncertain whether She would have courage to walk into the hotel. With each step the thing, the dreadful thing, that she had come to do, loomed blacker. It was mon strous, impossible, like opening the door of the lions' cage at the Zoo and stepping inside. There was time still to change her mind. She had only to turn now jump into an omnibus jump out again at the familiar corner, and everything would be as it had been. Life for the next five, ten, maybe twenty years, would be what the last five had been. At the thought of the Savoy and the adventure waiting there, the girl's skin had tingled and grown hot, as if a wind laden with grains of heated sand had blown over her. But at the thought of turning back, of going home - oh, misused word -a leaden coldness shut her Spirit into a tomb. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Wyndham Girls The soft May wind from the distant river blew the lace curtains gently to and fro, and lifted the squares of delicate fabrics scattered over the couch on which the three young girls were sitting. Jessamy, the elder of the two Wyndham sisters, was at eighteen very beauti ful, with dainty elegance of motion, refinement of speech, almost stately grace, unusual to her age and generation. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Lady of the Lane Mrs. Thornton considered a moment and then answered frankly: I do not know. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Little Lady of the Big House E awoke m the dark. His awakening was simple, easy, Without movement save for the eyes that opened and made him aware of darkness. Unlike most, who must feel and grope and listen to, and contact with, the world about them, he knew himself on the moment of awakening, instantly identifying himself m time and place and personality. After the lapsed hours of sleep he took up, Without effort, the interrupted tale of his days. He knew himself to be Dick Forrest, the master of broad acres, Who had fallen asleep hours before after drowsily putting a match between the pages of Road Town and pressing 03 the electric reading-lamp. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Lucky Lady This, you see, is a drama of good fortune, the stage directions for which might read. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from Little Lady Linton: A Novel My dear child, Gertie!' he said sooth ingly. 'it's all right, you know! There's nothing to cry about.' About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from Faithful in Little: A Tale for Young Women Jane had not been with Mrs. Wilson long, when Miss Wilson was taken ill, and was confined to her bed for some time. This illness added a great deal to the work, the kitchen being underground, as it generally is in London houses, and Miss Wilson's room at the top of the house, which was four stories high. Jane's poor legs must have often ached with the constant running up and downstairs; but she took such a true interest in the patient that she made light of trouble, and proved a most pains taking and affectionate assistant in the sick room. When Miss Wilson was getting a little better and sat up, Jane was very proud to be allowed to stay in her room and talk to her, and then, bit by bit, came out some of the trials of her former life She was born in a close court in the city. Her father, who was a bricklayer, had been killed by falling from a scaffold, leaving her mother a widow with Jane and a younger sister, both quite babies. The mother struggled on as well as she could, going out charing; and Jane spoke of the long days when she and her little sister were left locked up in a garret by themselves; and how cold it was in the winter, when they had no fire for fear of their getting burnt. Then, how when she was old enough she got a little place to mind a baby, and. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from Nurse Heatherdales Story and Little: Miss. Peggy But I still stood looking after them, even when there was nothing more of them to be seen. Not even the dog - Oh, I forgot about him - he was the very last Of the party a brisk, shortish haired, wiry looking rough terrier, who, just as he got to the entrance Of the wood, turned round and stood for a moment barking, for all the world as if he might be saying, My young ladies have gone a-walking in the wood now, and nobody's to come a-troubling of them. SO I give you fair notice. He did think, did Fusser, that was his name, that he managed all the affairs Of the family. Many a time we've laughed at him for it. Dear me, thought I to myself, I could almost make a story out of those young ladies and gentle man, though I've only seen them for a minute, or two at the most. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.