| Author: | Mrs. Henry Wood | ISBN: | 9783962724887 |
| Publisher: | Otbebookpublishing | Publication: | August 27, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Otbebookpublishing | Language: | English |
| Author: | Mrs. Henry Wood |
| ISBN: | 9783962724887 |
| Publisher: | Otbebookpublishing |
| Publication: | August 27, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Otbebookpublishing |
| Language: | English |
A series of vignettes about life in the Victorian times in Great Britain. Excerpt from Fourth Series: “Look here, Johnny Ludlow,” said Darbyshire to me—Darbyshire being, as you may chance to remember, our doctor at Timberdale—“you seem good at telling of unaccountable disappearances: why don’t you tell of that disappearance which took place here?” I had chanced to look in upon him one evening when he was taking rest in his chimney-corner, in the old red-cushioned chair, after his day’s work was over, smoking his churchwarden pipe in his slippers and reading the story of “Dorothy Grape.” “We should like to see that disappearance on paper,” went on Darbyshire. “It is the most curious thing that has happened in my experience.” True enough it was. Too curious for any sort of daylight to be seen through it; as you will acknowledge when you hear its details; and far more complicated than the other story. The lawyer at Timberdale, John Delorane, was a warm-hearted and warm-tempered man of Irish extraction. He had an extensive practice, and lived in an old-fashioned, handsome red-brick house in the heart of Timberdale, with his only daughter and his sister, Hester."
A series of vignettes about life in the Victorian times in Great Britain. Excerpt from Fourth Series: “Look here, Johnny Ludlow,” said Darbyshire to me—Darbyshire being, as you may chance to remember, our doctor at Timberdale—“you seem good at telling of unaccountable disappearances: why don’t you tell of that disappearance which took place here?” I had chanced to look in upon him one evening when he was taking rest in his chimney-corner, in the old red-cushioned chair, after his day’s work was over, smoking his churchwarden pipe in his slippers and reading the story of “Dorothy Grape.” “We should like to see that disappearance on paper,” went on Darbyshire. “It is the most curious thing that has happened in my experience.” True enough it was. Too curious for any sort of daylight to be seen through it; as you will acknowledge when you hear its details; and far more complicated than the other story. The lawyer at Timberdale, John Delorane, was a warm-hearted and warm-tempered man of Irish extraction. He had an extensive practice, and lived in an old-fashioned, handsome red-brick house in the heart of Timberdale, with his only daughter and his sister, Hester."
