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قراءة كتاب Jerry Junior
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Jerry Junior
Jerry Junior
By
Jean Webster
Author of “When Patty Went to College,” etc.
With Illustrations
by Orson Lowell
New York
The Century Co.
1907
Copyright, 1907, by
The Century Co.
Copyright, 1906, 1907, by
The Crowell Publishing Company.
Published April, 1907
THE DE VINNE PRESS
List of Illustrations
| FACING PAGE | |
| “Constance studied the mountains a moment” | Frontispiece |
| “‘Hello, Gustavo! Is that for me?’” | 5 |
| “The fourth girl, with gray eyes and yellow-brown hair, was sitting at ease on the balustrade” | 23 |
| “Giuseppe still made a feint of preoccupation” | 29 |
| “He had also shifted his position so that he might command the profile of the girl” | 45 |
| Beppo and the donkeys | 67 |
| “Constance clasped her hands in an ecstasy of admiration” | 71 |
| “Constance ahead on Fidilini, an officer marching at each side of her saddle” | 85 |
| “She seated herself in the deep embrasure of a window close beside Tony’s parapet” | 95 |
| “The man bowed with a gesture which made her free of the book” | 119 |
| “She turned the pages and paused at the week’s entries” | 133 |
| “Constance ripped the letter open and read it aloud” | 149 |
| “Nannie caught sight of the visitors first, and came running forward to meet them” | 199 |
| “The two mounted the steps of the jail and jerked the bell” | 253 |
| “Never before had he had such overwhelming reason to doubt his senses” | 273 |
Jerry Junior
CHAPTER I
The courtyard of the Hotel du Lac, furnished with half a dozen tables and chairs, a red and green parrot chained to a perch, and a shady little arbor covered with vines, is a pleasant enough place for morning coffee, but decidedly too sunny for afternoon tea. It was close upon four of a July day, when Gustavo, his inseparable napkin floating from his arm, emerged from the cool dark doorway of the house and scanned the burning vista of tables and chairs. He would never, under ordinary circumstances, have interrupted his siesta for the mere delivery of a letter; but this particular letter was addressed to the young American man, and young American men, as every head waiter knows, are an unreasonably impatient lot. The court-yard was empty, as he might have foreseen, and he was turning with a patient sigh towards the long arbor that led to the lake, when the sound of a rustling paper in the summer house deflected his course. He approached the doorway and looked inside.
The young American man, in white flannels with a red guide-book protruding from his pocket, was comfortably stretched in a lounging chair engaged with a cigarette and a copy of the Paris Herald. He glanced up with a yawn—excusable under the circumstances—but as his eye fell upon the letter he sprang to his feet.
“Hello, Gustavo! Is that for me?”
Gustavo bowed.
“Ecco! She is at last arrive, ze lettair for which you haf so moch weesh.” He bowed a second time and presented it. “Meestair Jayreen Ailyar!”
The young man laughed.
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