Constance Fenimore Woolson
Castle Nowhere
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Excerpt: ...on it,' murmured old Fog. 'Whom do you suppose we have here?' he began, as they approached. 'Nothing less than your little Preacher; we want to borrow him for a few days.' The patriarchs stared. 'Don't you believe it?-Speak up, Preacher; are you being carried off?' No answer. 'You had better speak,' said Fog, jocosely, at the same time giving his captive a warning touch with his elbow. The Preacher had revolved the situation rapidly, and perceived that in any contest his round body would inevitably suffer from friend and foe alike. He was not even sure but that he would be used as a missile, a sort of ponderous pillow swung at one…
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Excerpt: ...on it,' murmured old Fog. 'Whom do you suppose we have here?' he began, as they approached. 'Nothing less than your little Preacher; we want to borrow him for a few days.' The patriarchs stared. 'Don't you believe it?-Speak up, Preacher; are you being carried off?' No answer. 'You had better speak,' said Fog, jocosely, at the same time giving his captive a warning touch with his elbow. The Preacher had revolved the situation rapidly, and perceived that in any contest his round body would inevitably suffer from friend and foe alike. He was not even sure but that he would be used as a missile, a sort of ponderous pillow swung at one end. So he replied briskly, 'Yes, I am being carried as you see, dear brethren; I don't care about walking to-day.' The patriarchs laughed, and followed on to the boat, laughing still more when Fog gayly tossed in his load of blanket, and they could hear the little man growl as he came down. 'I say, though, when are you going to bring him back, Believer?' said one. 'In a few days,' replied Fog, setting sail. Away they flew; and, when out of harbor, the captive was released, and Waring told him what was required. 'Why didn't you say so before?' said the little blanket-man; 'nothing I like better than a wedding, and a drop of punch afterwards.' His task over, Fog relapsed into silence; but Waring, curious, asked many a question about the island and its inhabitants. The Preacher responded freely in all things, save when the talk glided too near himself. The Mormons were not so bad, he thought; they had their faults, of course, but you must take them on the right side. 'Have they a right side?' asked Waring. 'At least they haven't a rasping, mean, cold, starving, bony, freezing, busy-bodying side,' was the reply, delivered energetically; whereat Waring concluded the little man had had his own page of history back somewhere among the decorous New England hills. Before they came to the marsh they blindfolded their guest; and...
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- ISBN: 978-1-153-59452-3
- EAN: 9781153594523
- Produktnummer: 14787381
- Verlag: Books LLC, Reference Series
- Sprache: Englisch
- Erscheinungsjahr: 2013
- Seitenangabe: 40 S.
- Masse: H24.6 cm x B18.9 cm x D0.2 cm 100 g
- Abbildungen: Paperback
- Gewicht: 100
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