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قراءة كتاب The Marbeck Inn A Novel
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THE MARBECK INN
A Novel
By Harold Brighouse
Little, Brown, And Company
1920
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER II—WHERE THE SHOE PINCHED
CHAPTER III—THE HELL-PIKE CLUB
CHAPTER IV—THE COMPLEAT ANGLER
CHAPTER VII—THE FLEDGLING CAPITALIST
CHAPTER IX—ADA AND A MAD TRAM-CAR
CHAPTER X—GERALD ADAMS, SOCIOLOGIST
CHAPTER XII—DROPPING THE PILOT
CHAPTER XIII—THE INTERMITTENT COURTSHIP
CHAPTER XV—OTHER THINGS BESIDE MARRIAGE
CHAPTER XVI—THE POLITICAL ANIMAL
CHAPTER XVII—THE VERITY AFFAIR
CHAPTER XXII—THE OLD CAMPAIGNER
CHAPTER XXIII—THE KNIGHT'S MOVE
CHAPTER XXIV—THE NEW BOOK OF MARTYRS
CHAPTER XXV—WHOM GOD HATH JOINED
CHAPTER XXVI—SNOW ON THE FELLS
THE MARBECK INN
CHAPTER I—THE STARTING-POINT
IT falls to some to be born, as they say, with a silver spoon in their mouths, and the witty have made play with the thought that the wise child chooses rich parents.
Sam Branstone lacked the completeness of that wisdom. He was born in one of those disconsolate streets of Manchester down which the stranger, passing by tram along a main road, hardly more delectable than its offshoots, looks and shudders; but was born with this difference from the many—that he was son to Anne Branstone, a notable woman, and wisdom may be conceded him for the discrimination of his choice.
If, however, it was Anne who gave him birth and started him in life, it was Mr. Councillor Travers who set him on his way from the mean street of his birth and started his career, and the circumstance which led to the intervention of Mr. Travers was due, not to Anne, but to the occupation of Tom Branstone.
Sam's father, Tom, was a porter at Victoria Station, Manchester, and there was just time between morning and afternoon school for young Sam to snatch a meal himself and to carry his father's dinner to him in a basin tied up in a bandanna handkerchief. In those days Victoria was an open station and a favourite dinner-hour lounge with boys from the neighbouring Grammar School. The attractions were partly the trains, partly the large automatic machines which delivered a packet of