
The Harleys of Chelsea Place; Or, in Union Is Strength, by S.T.C Or, in Union Is Strength, by S.T.C.
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ISBN10: 1150878878
ISBN13: 9781150878879
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 48
Weight: 0.23
Height: 0.10 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
ISBN13: 9781150878879
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 48
Weight: 0.23
Height: 0.10 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1885. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XXI. CONCLUSION. must now beg our readers to pass over five years, until Tom Harley has taken his B.A. degree at Cambridge, gone through the necessary examinations in London, and has once more returned to Lotsirl to live, but not at 6, Chelsea Place, for he has a house of his own, very near to it, however, and he is married to Robin Redbreast, Madge Allen. The Colonel still resides at Chelsea Place, that is, he sleeps there, for the greater part of his days are spent at Madge's. Guy is in the middle school at Lotsirl College, and is as much a favourite as his brother was before him. Agnes assists her mother in superintending domestic affairs, and makes herself generally useful. Constance has been married two years, and keeps her carriage; but it is not a yellow one with grey horses, but a very unpretending but pretty barouche, drawn by a pair of ponies, who know their way so well to Chelsea Place, that they always stop at No. 6 without any tightening of the reins by the driver; and most fine days Mrs. Harley accompanies her daughter for a drive. But Dora; what has become of Dora? you ask. Follow me to the study in Chelsea Place, and see and hear for yourself The evening shadows are deepening and gathering there; but there is sufficient light to make two figures clearly visible. The one is Mr. Harley, sitting in his easy chair, the other Dora, on an ottoman at his feet, an open book lying upon her lap. 'Dora, ' observed Mr. Harley, 'is there not some one tapping at the door?' Another tap is heard, and to Dora's 'Come in, ' a young girl enters, and, with a curtsey, says: 'Will it plaze ye, Miss Dora, to spare me an hour or two this evening?' 'Where to, Kathleen?' inquired Dora. 'I'm a-wanting to take a peep at Biddy's babv, Miss Dora. Pat '11 be seein...