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Reveries of a Bachelor, Or, a Book of the Heart

Reveries of a Bachelor, Or, a Book of the Heart

Mitchell, Donald Grant

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General World History

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ISBN10: 1151142425
ISBN13: 9781151142429
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 118
Weight: 0.40
Height: 0.27 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. 1888 edition. Excerpt: ...that lie upon the bank. She has auburn ringlets that fall down upon her shoulders; and her straw hat lies back upon them, held only by the strip of ribbon that passes under her chin. But the sun does not shine upon her head, for the oak-tree above us is full of leaves; and only here and there a dimple of the sunlight plays upon the pool where I am fishing. Her eye is hazel, and bright; and now and then she turns it on me with a look of girlish curiosity, as I lift up my rod, --and again in playful menace, as she grasps in her little fingers one of the dead fish, and threatens to throw it back upon the stream. Her little feet hang over the edge of the bank, and from time to time she reaches down to dip her toe in the water, and laughs a girlish laugh of defiance, as I scold her for frightening away the fishes. Bella, I say, what if you should tumble in the river? But I won't. Yes, but if you should? Why then you would pull me out. But if I would n't pull you out? But I know you would; would n't you, Paul? What makes you think so, Bella? Because you love Bella. How do you know I love Bella? Because once you told me so; and because you pick flowers for me that I cannot reach; and because you let me take your rod when you have a fish upon it. But that's no reason, Bella. Then what is, Paul? I'm sure I don't know, Bella. A little fish has been nibbling for a long time at the bait; the cork has been bobbing up and down; and now he is fairly hooked, and pulls away toward the bank, and you cannot see the cork.-- Here, Bella, quick!--and she springs eagerly to clasp her little hands around the rod. But the fish has dragged it away on the other side of me; and as she reaches farther and farther, she slips, cries Oh...

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