The Little Women - Complete Collection: Little Women, Good Wives, Little Men & Jo's Boys (All 4 Books in One Edition). Луиза Мэй Олкотт

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       neither bride nor groom removed their masks. Curiosity

       and wonder possessed all hearts, but respect restrained

       all tongues till the holy rite was over. Then the

       eager spectators gathered round the count, demanding

       an explanation.

      “Gladly would I give it if I could, but I only

       know that it was the whim of my timid Viola, and I

       yielded to it. Now, my children, let the play end.

       Unmask and receive my blessing.”

      But neither bent the knee, for the young bridegroom

       replied in a tone that startled all listeners

       as the mask fell, disclosing the noble face of Ferdinand

       Devereux, the artist lover, and leaning on the

       breast where now flashed the star of an English earl

       was the lovely Viola, radiant with joy and beauty.

      “My lord, you scornfully bade me claim your

       daughter when I could boast as high a name and vast a

       fortune as the Count Antonio. I can do more, for even

       your ambitious soul cannot refuse the Earl of Devereux

       and De Vere, when he gives his ancient name and boundless

       wealth in return for the beloved hand of this fair lady,

       now my wife.”

      The count stood like one changed to stone, and

       turning to the bewildered crowd, Ferdinand added, with

       a gay smile of triumph, “To you, my gallant friends, I

       can only wish that your wooing may prosper as mine has

       done, and that you may all win as fair a bride as I have

       by this masked marriage.”

       S. PICKWICK

      Why is the P. C. like the Tower of Babel?

       It is full of unruly members.

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      THE HISTORY OF A SQUASH

      Once upon a time a farmer planted a little seed

       in his garden, and after a while it sprouted and became

       a vine and bore many squashes. One day in October,

       when they were ripe, he picked one and took it

       to market. A gorcerman bought and put it in his shop.

       That same morning, a little girl in a brown hat

       and blue dress, with a round face and snub nose, went

       and bought it for her mother. She lugged it home, cut

       it up, and boiled it in the big pot, mashed some of it

       with salt and butter, for dinner. And to the rest she added

       a pint of milk, two eggs, four spoons of sugar, nutmeg,

       and some crackers, put it in a deep dish, and baked it

       till it was brown and nice, and next day it was eaten

       by a family named March.

       T. TUPMAN

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      Mr. Pickwick, Sir:-

       I address you upon the subject of sin the sinner

       I mean is a man named Winkle who makes trouble in his

       club by laughing and sometimes won’t write his piece in

       this fine paper I hope you will pardon his badness and

       let him send a French fable because he can’t write out

       of his head as he has so many lessons to do and no brains

       in future I will try to take time by the fetlock and

       prepare some work which will be all commy la fo that

       means all right I am in haste as it is nearly school

       time.

       Yours respectably,

       N. WINKLE

      [The above is a manly and handsome aknowledgment of past

       misdemeanors. If our young friend studied punctuation, it

       would be well.]

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      A SAD ACCIDENT

      On Friday last, we were startled by a violent shock

       in our basement, followed by cries of distress.

       On rushing in a body to the cellar, we discovered our beloved

       President prostrate upon the floor, having tripped and

       fallen while getting wood for domestic purposes. A perfect

       scene of ruin met our eyes, for in his fall Mr. Pickwick

       had plunged his head and shoulders into a tub of water,

       upset a keg of soft soap upon his manly form, and torn

       his garments badly. On being removed from this perilous

       situation, it was discovered that he had suffered

       no injury but several bruises, and we are happy to add,

       is now doing well.

       ED.

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      THE PUBLIC BEREAVEMENT

      It is our painful duty to record the sudden and

       mysterious disappearance of our cherished friend, Mrs.

       Snowball Pat Paw. This lovely and beloved cat was the

       pet of a large circle of warm and admiring friends; for

       her beauty attracted all eyes, her graces and virtues

       endeared her to all hearts, and her loss is deeply felt

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