قراءة كتاب Miss Cayley's Adventures

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Miss Cayley's Adventures

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An odd-looking young man He turned to me with an inane smile Nothing seemed to put the man down Yah don't catch me going so fah from Newmarket Wasn't Fra Diavolo also a composah? Take my word for it, you're staking your money on the wrong fellah I am the Maharajah of Moozuffernuggar Who's your black friend? A tiger-hunt is not a thing to be got up lightly It went off unexpectedly I saw him now the Oriental despot It's I who am the winnah! He wrote, I expect you to come back to England and marry me It was endlessly wearisome The cross-eyed Q.C. begged him to be very careful I was a grotesque failure The jury smiled The question requires no answer, he said I reeled where I sat The messenger entered He took a long, careless stare at me I beckoned a porter You can't get out here, he said, crustily We told our tale I have found a clue I've held the fort by main force Never! he answered. Never! We shall have him in our power Victory! You wished to see me, sir? Well, this is a fair knock-out, he ejaculated Harold, your wife has bested me

I

THE ADVENTURE OF THE CANTANKEROUS OLD LADY

On the day when I found myself with twopence in my pocket, I naturally made up my mind to go round the world.

It was my stepfather's death that drove me to it. I had never seen my stepfather. Indeed, I never even thought of him as anything more than Colonel Watts-Morgan. I owed him nothing, except my poverty. He married my dear mother when I was a girl at school in Switzerland; and he proceeded to spend her little fortune, left at her sole disposal by my father's will, in paying his gambling debts. After that, he carried my dear mother off to Burma; and when he and the climate between them had succeeded in killing her, he made up for his appropriations at the cheapest rate by allowing me just enough to send me to Girton. So, when the Colonel died, in the year I was leaving college, I