The Rising Tide. Margaret Wade Campbell Deland
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Название: The Rising Tide

Автор: Margaret Wade Campbell Deland

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       Margaret Wade Campbell Deland

      The Rising Tide

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4064066167790

       ILLUSTRATIONS

       CHAPTER I

       CHAPTER II

       CHAPTER III

       CHAPTER IV

       CHAPTER V

       CHAPTER VI

       CHAPTER VII

       CHAPTER VIII

       CHAPTER IX

       CHAPTER X

       CHAPTER XI

       CHAPTER XII

       CHAPTER XIII

       CHAPTER XIV

       CHAPTER XV

       CHAPTER XVI

       CHAPTER XVII

       CHAPTER XVIII

       CHAPTER XIX

       CHAPTER XX

       CHAPTER XXI

       CHAPTER XXII

       CHAPTER XXIII

       CHAPTER XXIV

       CHAPTER XXV

       CHAPTER XXVI

       CHAPTER XXVII

       Table of Contents

Frederica Frontispiece
"Let Me Explain It," Frederica's Man of Business Said … and Proceeded to Put the Project into Words of Three Letters Facing p. 22
Howard Did Not Notice Her Preoccupation. He was Pouring Out His Plans, Laura Punctuating All He Said with Cries of Admiration and Envy " 108
"Did You See That Fish Jump?" He Asked. Frederica Gave a Disgusted Grunt " 140

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      A single car-track ran through Payton Street, and over it, once in a while, a small car jogged along, drawn by two mules. Thirty years ago Payton Street had been shocked by the intrusion upon its gentility of a thing so noisy and vulgar as a street-car; but now, when the rest of the town was shuttled with trolleys and clamorous with speed, it seemed to itself an oasis of silence. Its gentility had ebbed long ago. The big houses, standing a little back from the sidewalk, were given over to lodgers or small businesses. Indeed, the Paytons were the only people left who belonged to Payton Street's past—and there was a barber shop next door to them, and a livery-stable across the street.

      "Rather different from the time when your dear father brought me here, a bride," Mrs. Payton used to say, sighing.

      Her daughter agreed, dryly: "I hope so! Certainly nobody would live on Payton Street now, if they could afford to buy a lot in the cemetery."

      Yet the Paytons, who could have bought several lots in the cemetery (or over on the Hill, either, which was where they belonged!), did not leave the old house—a big, brownstone cube, with a belvedere on top of it that looked like a bird-cage. The yard in front of the house was so shaded by ailanthus-trees that grass refused to grow there, and an iron dog, guarding the patch of bare earth, was spotted with mold.

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