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The New Adam and Eve

The New Adam and Eve

Hawthorne, Nathaniel

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ISBN10: 1494485427
ISBN13: 9781494485429
Publisher: Createspace
Published: Dec 14 2013
Pages: 60
Weight: 0.15
Height: 0.12 Width: 5.00 Depth: 7.99
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. 1890* Excerpt: ... the world. This is the state to which disease, aggravated by long endurance of a tropical climate, and assisted by old age, --for he is now above seventy, --has reduced Bonaparte. The British government has acted shrewdly in retransporting him from St. Helena to England. They should now restore him to Paris, and there let him once again review the relics of his armies. His eye is dull and rheumy; his nether lip hung down upon his chin. While I was observing him there chanced to be a little extra bustle in the street; and he, the brother of Cassar and Hannibal, --the great captain who had veiled the world in battle smoke and tracked it round with bloody footsteps, --was seized with a nervous trembling, and claimed the protection of the two policemen by a cracked and dolorous cry. The fellows winked at one another, laughed aside, and, patting Napoleon on the back, took each an arm and led him away. Death and fury! Ha, villain, how came you hither? Avaunt! or I fling my inkstand at your head. Tush tush; it is all a mistake. Pray, my dear friend, pardon this little outbreak. The fact is, the mention of those two policemen, and their custody of Bonaparte, had called up the idea of that odious wretch--you remember him well--who was pleased to take such gratuitous and impertinent care of my person before I quitted New England. Forthwith up rose before my mind's eye that same little whitewashed room, with the iron-grated window, --strange that it should have been iron grated!--where, in too easy compliance with the absurd wishes of my relatives, I have wasted several good years of my life. Positively it seemed to me that I was still sitting there, and that the keeper--not that he ever was my keeper neither, but only a kind of intrusive devil of a body servant--had jus...

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