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++++ Nemesis: Or, The Avenger, By Marion Harland; Volume 66 Of Run
And Read Libr Mary Virginia Terhune
This is an EXACT reproduction of a book published before 1923. This
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occasional imperfections such as missing or blurred pages, poor
pictures, errant marks, etc. that were either part of the original
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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
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ARTICLES OF SEPARATION. BEFORE and since the day when a certain man
?idling while Israel and Syria warred?drew a bow at a venture (the
margin has it, " in his simplicity,") that let a king's life out,
the air has vibrated to the twang of other bowstrings, and millions
of barbs, as idly sent, have been dyed with life-blood. In every
50,000 cases of this sort of manslaughter, 49,999 fall by the
tongue. The Hon. Simeon Barton, radiating prosperity from every
pore of his snug person, and clothed with complacency as with a
garment, rolled about the soon-to-be-vacated bachelor quarters of
his nephew-namesake, thumbs in armholes, and chin in. air, while he
discoursed: " You're a pluckier fellow than your uncle, me boy Of
course, it is on the cards that your head may be level. There are
literary women and literary women, no doubt, and this must be a
favorable specimen of the tribe, or you wouldn't have been in your
present fix, but none of thelot in mine, if you please. When my
turn comes ?and I aint sure that I shan't look out for a match some
day, when I am too stiff to trot well in single harness, I shall
hold the reins. No inside seat for me." The nephew laughed in a
hearty, whole-souled way. He was not touched yet. " You mix your
figures as you do your cobblers?after you get hold of the sherry
bottle? with a swing. Wait until you see my ' match.' She is a
glorious woman, Uncle Sim. The wonder is that she ever got her eyes
down to my level." The forty-year-old celibate continued to roll
and harangue. His dress coat was new and a close fit to his rotund
dapperness; with one lavender glove he smote the palm of his gloved
left hand; the rose in his buttonhole was paler than the hard red
spots on cheeks like underglazed potteiy for smoothness and polish,
his mus...
Purchase of this book includes free trial access to
www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books
for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE
ARTICLES OF SEPARATION. BEFORE and since the day when a certain man
?idling while Israel and Syria warred?drew a bow at a venture (the
margin has it, " in his simplicity,") that let a king's life out,
the air has vibrated to the twang of other bowstrings, and millions
of barbs, as idly sent, have been dyed with life-blood. In every
50,000 cases of this sort of manslaughter, 49,999 fall by the
tongue. The Hon. Simeon Barton, radiating prosperity from every
pore of his snug person, and clothed with complacency as with a
garment, rolled about the soon-to-be-vacated bachelor quarters of
his nephew-namesake, thumbs in armholes, and chin in. air, while he
discoursed: " You're a pluckier fellow than your uncle, me boy Of
course, it is on the cards that your head may be level. There are
literary women and literary women, no doubt, and this must be a
favorable specimen of the tribe, or you wouldn't have been in your
present fix, but none of thelot in mine, if you please. When my
turn comes ?and I aint sure that I shan't look out for a match some
day, when I am too stiff to trot well in single harness, I shall
hold the reins. No inside seat for me." The nephew laughed in a
hearty, whole-souled way. He was not touched yet. " You mix your
figures as you do your cobblers?after you get hold of the sherry
bottle? with a swing. Wait until you see my ' match.' She is a
glorious woman, Uncle Sim. The wonder is that she ever got her eyes
down to my level." The forty-year-old celibate continued to roll
and harangue. His dress coat was new and a close fit to his rotund
dapperness; with one lavender glove he smote the palm of his gloved
left hand; the rose in his buttonhole was paler than the hard red
spots on cheeks like underglazed potteiy for smoothness and polish,
his mus...
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