The International library of famous literature, selections from the world's great writers, ancient, mediaeval, and modern with biographical and explanatory notes and critical essays by many eminent (14782170064)

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Title: The International library of famous literature, selections from the world's great writers, ancient, mediaeval, and modern with biographical and explanatory notes and critical essays by many eminent writers
Year: 1900 (1900s)
Authors: Garnett, Richard, 1835-1906 Vallée, Léon, 1850-1919 Brandl, Alois, 1855-1940 Mitchell, Donald Grant, 1822-1908
Subjects: Literature
Publisher: London : The Standard
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN



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ANTHONY HOPE HAWKINS THE DOLLY DIALOGUES. cJ015 I do not bribe she said. What I distribute is pamphlets. Now I suppose that pamphlets and blankets dontreally sound much alike, but I was agitated. Quite right, said I. Poor old things ! They cantafford proper fuel. She rose to her feet. I was not joking, she said with horrible severity. Neither was I, I declared in humble apology. Didntyou say blankets ? PawpAZe^s. Oh! There was a long pause. I glanced at Mrs. Hilary.Things had not fallen out as happily as they might, but I didnot mean to give up yet. I see youre right, I said, still humbly. To descend tosuch means as I had in my mind is To throw away our true weapons, said she, earnestly.(She sat down again — good sign.) What we really need I began. Is a reform of the upper classes, said she. Let themgive an example of duty, of self-denial, of frugality. I was not to be caught out again. Just what I always say, I observed impressively. Let them put away their horse racing, their bett