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This book (hardcover) is part of the TREDITION CLASSICS. It
contains classical literature works from over two thousand years.
Most of these titles have been out of print and off the bookstore
shelves for decades. The book series is intended to preserve the
cultural legacy and to promote the timeless works of classical
literature. Readers of a TREDITION CLASSICS book support the
mission to save many of the amazing works of world literature from
oblivion. With this series, tredition intends to make thousands of
international literature classics available in printed format again
- worldwide.
This is a new release of the original 1928 edition.
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The Close-Up (Paperback)
Harper & Brothers, Margaret Turnbull
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R914
R767
Discovery Miles 7 670
Save R147 (16%)
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This is an EXACT reproduction of a book published before 1923. This
IS NOT an OCR'd book with strange characters, introduced
typographical errors, and jumbled words. This book may have
occasional imperfections such as missing or blurred pages, poor
pictures, errant marks, etc. that were either part of the original
artifact, or were introduced by the scanning process. We believe
this work is culturally important, and despite the imperfections,
have elected to bring it back into print as part of our continuing
commitment to the preservation of printed works worldwide. We
appreciate your understanding of the imperfections in the
preservation process, and hope you enjoy this valuable book.
This book is part of the TREDITION CLASSICS. It contains classical
literature works from over two thousand years. Most of these titles
have been out of print and off the bookstore shelves for decades.
The book series is intended to preserve the cultural legacy and to
promote the timeless works of classical literature. Readers of a
TREDITION CLASSICS book support the mission to save many of the
amazing works of world literature from oblivion. With this series,
tredition intends to make thousands of international literature
classics available in printed format again - worldwide.
We were right in the middle of this, and Aunty May was a little
red-faced, and her hair was kind of wild, when we heard somebody
laugh, and there was the painter-man down by the river, laughing as
hard as he could laugh; and Aunty Edith trying to look severe at
Aunty May and not able to, on account of her looking so comical.
She had a black smudge from the end of the beanpole, which had been
in a bonfire, across her forehead. You see she had just jumped the
farthest, and was hollering, "Glug-Glug."
1928. The book begins: Bond Street, deserted by shopping and
sightseeing crowds, is not exhilarating. It is in fact rather
depressing, to one who takes it between seven and eight o'clock, on
a typically wet and drizzling London night. Save for an occasional
belated clerk, a watchman or two and a policeman, the young man,
who was making his way from Regent to Clifford Street, found it
practically his own and he did not like it. He had not been in
London for more than a year and his thoughts were dreary enough
without having a dull, deserted street as a background.
This scarce antiquarian book is a selection from Kessinger
Publishing's Legacy Reprint Series. Due to its age, it may contain
imperfections such as marks, notations, marginalia and flawed
pages. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we
have made it available as part of our commitment to protecting,
preserving, and promoting the world's literature. Kessinger
Publishing is the place to find hundreds of thousands of rare and
hard-to-find books with something of interest for everyone!
This scarce antiquarian book is a selection from Kessinger
Publishing's Legacy Reprint Series. Due to its age, it may contain
imperfections such as marks, notations, marginalia and flawed
pages. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we
have made it available as part of our commitment to protecting,
preserving, and promoting the world's literature. Kessinger
Publishing is the place to find hundreds of thousands of rare and
hard-to-find books with something of interest for everyone
1928. The book begins: Bond Street, deserted by shopping and
sightseeing crowds, is not exhilarating. It is in fact rather
depressing, to one who takes it between seven and eight o'clock, on
a typically wet and drizzling London night. Save for an occasional
belated clerk, a watchman or two and a policeman, the young man,
who was making his way from Regent to Clifford Street, found it
practically his own and he did not like it. He had not been in
London for more than a year and his thoughts were dreary enough
without having a dull, deserted street as a background.
We were right in the middle of this, and Aunty May was a little
red-faced, and her hair was kind of wild, when we heard somebody
laugh, and there was the painter-man down by the river, laughing as
hard as he could laugh; and Aunty Edith trying to look severe at
Aunty May and not able to, on account of her looking so comical.
She had a black smudge from the end of the beanpole, which had been
in a bonfire, across her forehead. You see she had just jumped the
farthest, and was hollering, "Glug-Glug."
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