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Solomon's Story; A Novel

Solomon's Story; A Novel

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ISBN10: 1150381043
ISBN13: 9781150381041
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 112
Weight: 0.47
Height: 0.23 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1880. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... Gentlemen, I indorse the theory--I believe I heartily indorse the theory--that our organisms are affected by external influences, and I may add internal needs. Mine requires a certain amount of stimulus, before it can manifest in any fair degree of perspicuity. I hope this will be considered a sufficient excuse--I hope it will, for this indulgence. And Mr. Squizzle filled a glass with liquor and drained it. Gentlemen, I am short-sighted--I believe I am too short-sighted, to look very far into this question. Mr. Squizzle took his glasses from his nose, wiped them with his . red bandanna, and performed the same operation upon his eyes, before he replaced them. It seemed a necessary preparation for Mr. Squizzle, to look into the matter. What is man by nature--I believe the inquiry is, what is man by nature. From his life, I gather, that Captain Lyon is a bold, sharp man of the world, and it grieves me--it does indeed--to think that he is not likely to become an angel, very soon. It would be better for himself and the world, if he could immediately become an angel--I believe it would; but the ladies, God bless them, they are angels. Miss Kitty Wells--Judge, you are of my opinion--I believe you are of my opinion, that she was an angel. His vindictive smile was upon the face of Mr. Squizzle, as he addressed himself to Judge Suffrage, who set his eyes sternly upon the speaker's face. Squizzle's words, were darts in his soul, and he assured himself, that Squizzle knew them to be so, and had uttered them maliciously. With that conviction came another, that this sly villian knew, or guessed his heart secret. Even now, after so many years, the name of Kitty Wells, upon the lips of such a man, gave him pain. The president occupies his place, he said, I should prefe...