A Millionaire's Love Story

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. 1901 edition. Excerpt: ...ample, the other replied. At the end of that time you can safely come back. George accordingly strolled through the vil lage until he came to the village grocery. He took stock of the tins of meat and other articles displayed in the windows, and then passed on by the butcher's and the blacksmith's, paused at the lych-gate and looked into the quaint little churchyard, and then, having made himself familiar with the topography of the place, walked slowly back to the inn. By the time he reached it, Burrell had made himself quite at home, and when George entered was chatting pleasantly with the buxom landlady in the parlor. And what do jrou think of the village, sir? he asked, as George entered the room. A charming little place, said the supposed Australian, seating himself in an armchair beside the fireplace as he spoke. Sort of place you'd like to live and die in, continued Btirrell. Seems so quiet and peaceful that you're almost afraid to speak. And yet I suppose it has its own inner life, said George, meditatively--its own affairs, which to it are of more importance than half the great things that go on in the Outside World? It's terrible dull here in winter-time, put in the landlady, who scarcely followed the drift of the last remark. ' When there's snow about there's nothing doing at all. We're cut off from everywhere then. Last year, about Christinas time, the mailman was found well-nigh dead on the Downs back yonder. And that's what they call a good old-fashioned English Christmas, I suppose? said Burrell, with the air of a man who is not very well acquainted with the customs of the country. The landlady shook her head. Ah, sir, she said, Christmasesnowadays are not what they used to be. Nor are other things, for the...