Author: William Makepeace Thackeray

Publisher: Forgotten Books

Published: 2016-06-27

Total Pages: 608

ISBN-13: 9781332786961

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Excerpt from Ballads and Tales My aunt, I need not say, is rich; and I thought I might be her heir as well as another. During my month's holi day, she was particularly pleased with me; made me drink tea with her often (though there was a certain person in the village with whom on those golden summer evenings I should have liked to have taken a stroll in the hay-fields); promised every time I drank her bohea to do something handsome for me when I went back to town, nay, three or four times had me to dinner at three, and to whist or cribbage afterwards. I did not care for the cards; for though we always played seven hours on a stretch, and I always lost, my losings were never more than nineteen pence a night: but there was some infernal sour black currant wine, that the old lady always produced at dinner, and with the tray at ten O'clock, and which I dared not refuse; though upon my word and honor it made me very unwell. Well, I thought after all this Obsequiousness on my part, and my aunt's repeated promises, that the old lady would at least make me a present of a score of guineas (of which she had a power in the drawer); and so convinced was I that some such present was intended for me, that a young lady by the name of Miss Mary Smith, with whom I had conversed on the subject, actually netted me a little green silk purse, which she gave me (behind Hicks's hayrick, as you turn to the right up Churchyard Lane) - which she gave me, I say, wrapped up in a bit Of silver-paper. There was something in the purse, too, if the truth must be known. First there was a thick curl of the glossiest, blackest hair you ever saw in your life, and next there was threepence that is to say, the half of a silver Sixpence hang ing by a little necklace of blue ribbon. Ah, but I knew where the other half of the Sixpence was, and envied that happy bit of silver! About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Download or read book Ballads and Tales (Classic Reprint) written by William Makepeace Thackeray and published by Forgotten Books. This book was released on 2016-06-27 with total page 608 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: Excerpt from Ballads and Tales My aunt, I need not say, is rich; and I thought I might be her heir as well as another. During my month's holi day, she was particularly pleased with me; made me drink tea with her often (though there was a certain person in the village with whom on those golden summer evenings I should have liked to have taken a stroll in the hay-fields); promised every time I drank her bohea to do something handsome for me when I went back to town, nay, three or four times had me to dinner at three, and to whist or cribbage afterwards. I did not care for the cards; for though we always played seven hours on a stretch, and I always lost, my losings were never more than nineteen pence a night: but there was some infernal sour black currant wine, that the old lady always produced at dinner, and with the tray at ten O'clock, and which I dared not refuse; though upon my word and honor it made me very unwell. Well, I thought after all this Obsequiousness on my part, and my aunt's repeated promises, that the old lady would at least make me a present of a score of guineas (of which she had a power in the drawer); and so convinced was I that some such present was intended for me, that a young lady by the name of Miss Mary Smith, with whom I had conversed on the subject, actually netted me a little green silk purse, which she gave me (behind Hicks's hayrick, as you turn to the right up Churchyard Lane) - which she gave me, I say, wrapped up in a bit Of silver-paper. There was something in the purse, too, if the truth must be known. First there was a thick curl of the glossiest, blackest hair you ever saw in your life, and next there was threepence that is to say, the half of a silver Sixpence hang ing by a little necklace of blue ribbon. Ah, but I knew where the other half of the Sixpence was, and envied that happy bit of silver! About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.