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The Letter H; A Novel

The Letter H; A Novel

Pidgin, Charles Felton

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ISBN10: 1151199818
ISBN13: 9781151199812
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 138
Weight: 0.47
Height: 0.32 Width: 9.01 Depth: 5.98
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. 1904 Excerpt: ...poor man, believes in his friend implicitly, though Dorus distrusts him. I can see that. The young Mexican lad--how did he impress you? Too good for the father, said Travis tersely. Right again, said the Doctor. What a fine, strong face he has! What I cannot understand is Dorus's apparent infatuation. You know, Richie, it was that woman and her child, and the lies that Higby told of them, that drove the poor lady insane. The mother, in her insanity, hated the Mexican boy--he seems to arouse the opposite emotion in the daughter. Curious, is it not? They had reached the last terrace as it sloped steeply down, gray-green in the pale light of the moon. They seated themselves on a rustic bench; the silence was broken only by the far-away sounds of gaiety. Kichie, asked the older man, after they had smoked quietly for a while, did you ever hear the whole story? JSTo, said Travis. All I know is what I have seen and heard to-night. I met Dorus--Miss Harlington on the steamer coming back from Europe, but she doesn't know the story herself. No, and may the Lord keep her from ever hearing it, said the Doctor devoutly. In the old war days, Kichie, I was only a young surgeon in the 18th New York, and Harlington was the general in command of the brigade stationed at Thibodeauxville. By a mere chance, I was thrown most intimately into association with him at what proved to be the crisis of his life. The matter has always been more or less of a mystery to me. While we were at Thibodeauxville, just before our capture by the Confederates, this Mexican woman with her son, then a toddling baby, appealed to the commanding officer for help in an effort to find her husband....

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