Author: Mary LinskillPublisher:
ISBN:
Category : English fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 396
Book Description
Cleveden
Author: Mary LinskillPublisher:
ISBN:
Category : English fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 396
Book Description
Cleveden. [A Novel.]
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Author: Stephen Yorke (pseud. [i.e. Mary Linskill.])Publisher:
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 312
Book Description
Cleveden, by Stephen Yorke
Author: Mary LinskillThe Canadian National Record for Swine
Author: Sinister Street
Author: Compton MackenziePublisher:
ISBN:
Category : England
Languages : en
Pages : 1156
Book Description
Sinister Street
Author: Sir Compton MackenziePublisher:
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 676
Book Description
Sinister Street (Complete)
Author: Compton MackenziePublisher: Library of Alexandria
ISBN: 1465521690
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 1513
Book Description
From a world of daisies as big as moons and of mountainous green hillocks Michael Fane came by some unrealized method of transport to the thin red house, that as yet for his mind could not claim an individual existence amid the uniformity of a long line of fellows. His arrival coincided with a confusion of furniture, with the tramp of men backwards and forwards from a cavernous vehicle very dry and dusty. He found himself continually being lifted out of the way of washstands and skeleton chests of drawers. He was invited to sit down and keep quiet, and almost in the same breath to walk about and avoid hindrance. Finally, Nurse led him up many resonant stairs to the night-nursery which at present consisted of two square cots that with japanned iron bars stood gauntly in a wilderness of oilcloth surrounded by four walls patterned with a prolific vegetation. Michael was dumped down upon a grey pillow and invited to see how well his sister Stella was behaving. Nurse’s observation was true enough: Stella was rosily asleep in an undulation of blankets, and Michael, threatened by many whispers and bony finger-shakes, was not at all inclined to wake her up. Nurse retired in an aura of importance, and Michael set out to establish an intimacy with the various iron bars of his cage. For a grown-up person these would certainly have seemed much more alike than even the houses of Carlington Road, West Kensington: for Michael each bar possessed a personality. Minute scratches unnoticed by the heedless adult world lent variety of expression: slight irregularities infused certain groups with an air of deliberate consultation. From the four corners royal bars, crowned with brass, dominated their subjects. Passions, intrigues, rumours, ambitions, revenges were perceived by Michael to be seething below the rigid exterior of these iron bars: even military operations were sometimes discernible. This cot was guarded by a romantic population, with one or two of whose units Michael could willingly have dispensed: one bar in particular, set very much askew, seemed sly and malignant. Michael disliked being looked at by anybody or anything, and this bar had a persistent inquisitiveness which already worried him. ‘Why does he look at me?’ Michael would presently ask, and ‘Nobody wants to look at such an ugly little boy,’ Nurse would presently reply. So one more intolerable question would overshadow his peace of mind. Meanwhile, far below, the tramp of men continued, until suddenly an immense roar filled the room. Some of the bars shivered and clinked, and Michael’s heart nearly stopped. The roar died away only to be succeeded by another roar from the opposite direction. Stella woke up crying. Michael was too deeply frightened so to soothe himself, as he sat clutching the pointed ears of the grey pillow. Stella, feeling that the fretful tears of a sudden awakening were insufficient, set up a bellow of dismay. Michael was motionless, only aware of a gigantic heart that shook him horribly. At last the footsteps of Nurse could be heard, and over them, the quick ‘tut-tut-tuts’ that voiced her irritation.
The Royal Ambition Series
Author: M. C. BeatonPublisher: Rosetta Books
ISBN: 0795351356
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 983
Book Description
A collection of seven Regency romps that draw you into a world of seduction, scandal, and sin—from the New York Times bestselling author. The Dreadful Debutante: When Miss Mira Markham takes her hoydenish ways to London, she unexpectedly lights up the Season—and makes a most unexpected match. The Savage Marquess: An innocent country vicar’s daughter enters into a marriage of convenience with a depraved nobleman—and realizes she may be in over her head. Miss Fiona’s Fancy: Fiona risks everything—including her heart—when she bets that she’ll catch the attention of the handsome and eligible Marquess of Cleveden. The Viscount’s Revenge: His attraction to an impoverished woman threatens Lord Charles Hawksborough’s impending marriage—and exposes a dangerous secret. The Chocolate Debutante: While braving the treacherous waters of London Society to help her niece find a match, bluestocking Harriet Tremayne doesn’t count on attracting the attentions of a lord . . . Lady Margery’s Intrigue: Forced to snare a rich husband, a confirmed spinster never plans on falling in love—especially with a man she simply can’t stand. The Paper Princess: Fleeing an unwanted marriage match, a woman impersonates a princess. But Lord Arthur Bessamy sees through her deception—and sets her heart on fire. Praise for M. C. Beaton and her novels “The best of the Regency writers.” —Kirkus Reviews “A delightful tale . . . romance fans are in for a treat.” —Booklist “Nicely atmospheric, most notable for its gentle humor and adventurous spirit.” —Publishers Weekly
Miss Fiona's Fancy
Author: M. C. BeatonPublisher: Rosetta Books
ISBN: 0795321082
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 159
Book Description
An impulsive spitfire gambles on love in a witty Regency romance from the New York Times–bestselling author of the Traveling Matchmaker series. The Misses Penelope Yarwood, Euphemia Perkins, and Letitia Helmsdale waste no time in smugly informing Fiona that the Marquess of Cleveden is the most eligible—and the most elusive—catch in the London marriage mart. And since society’s most dazzling beauties have failed to win him over, a newcomer like Fiona doesn’t stand a ghost of a chance of having him look at her twice. That is all that fiery-tempered Fiona needs to hear, and she bets—far more wealth than she possesses—that she will snare the maddeningly elusive marquess before the season’s end. Now Fiona faces the risk of losing a wager she cannot repay—and more, the even greater danger of losing her heart. “[Beaton] is a romance writer who deftly blends humor and adventure . . . [Sustaining] her devoted audience to the last gasp.” —Booklist
Author: Henry Taunt