A Night on the Borders of the Black Forest
Nonfiction, Religion & Spirituality, New Age, History, Fiction & Literature
| Author: | Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards | ISBN: | 9781465531032 |
| Publisher: | Library of Alexandria | Publication: | March 8, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards |
| ISBN: | 9781465531032 |
| Publisher: | Library of Alexandria |
| Publication: | March 8, 2015 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
NEW YORK FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY 1890 My story (if story it can be called, being an episode in my own early life) carries me back to a time when the world and I were better friends than we are likely, perhaps, ever to be again. I was young then. I had good health, good spirits, and tolerably good looks. I had lately come into a snug little patrimony, which I have long since dissipated; and I was in love, or fancied myself in love, with a charming coquette, who afterwards threw me over for a West-country baronet with seven thousand a year. So much for myself. The subject is not one that I particularly care to dwell upon; but as I happen to be the hero of my own narrative, some sort of self-introduction is, I suppose, necessary. To begin then—Time: seventeen years ago. Hour:—three o'clock p.m., on a broiling, cloudless September afternoon
NEW YORK FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY 1890 My story (if story it can be called, being an episode in my own early life) carries me back to a time when the world and I were better friends than we are likely, perhaps, ever to be again. I was young then. I had good health, good spirits, and tolerably good looks. I had lately come into a snug little patrimony, which I have long since dissipated; and I was in love, or fancied myself in love, with a charming coquette, who afterwards threw me over for a West-country baronet with seven thousand a year. So much for myself. The subject is not one that I particularly care to dwell upon; but as I happen to be the hero of my own narrative, some sort of self-introduction is, I suppose, necessary. To begin then—Time: seventeen years ago. Hour:—three o'clock p.m., on a broiling, cloudless September afternoon
