The Holly-Tree - Charles Dickens - Bøker -  - 9798577860523 - 8. desember 2020
Ved uoverensstemmelse mellom cover og tittel gjelder tittel

The Holly-Tree


Få en e-post når varen er tilgjengelig
Har du en profil? Logg inn
Julegaver kan byttes frem til 31. januar
Få varsel om nye utgivelser fra Charles Dickens
Legg til iMusic ønskeliste
eller

Ikke vurdert ennå

Finnes også som:

I have kept one secret in the course of my life. I am a bashful man. Nobody would supposeit, nobody ever does suppose it, nobody ever did suppose it, but I am naturally a bashfulman. This is the secret which I have never breathed until now. I might greatly move the reader by some account of the innumerable places I have not beento, the innumerable people I have not called upon or received, the innumerable socialevasions I have been guilty of, solely because I am by original constitution and character abashful man. But I will leave the reader unmoved, and proceed with the object before me. That object is to give a plain account of my travels and discoveries in the Holly-Tree Inn; inwhich place of good entertainment for man and beast I was once snowed up. It happened in the memorable year when I parted for ever from Angela Leath, whom I wasshortly to have married, on making the discovery that she preferred my bosomfriend. From our school-days I had freely admitted Edwin, in my own mind, to be farsuperior to myself; and, though I was grievously wounded at heart, I felt the preference tobe natural, and tried to forgive them both. It was under these circumstances that I resolvedto go to America-on my way to the Devil. Communicating my discovery neither to Angela nor to Edwin, but resolving to write each ofthem an affecting letter conveying my blessing and forgiveness, which the steam-tender forshore should carry to the post when I myself should be bound for the New World, farbeyond recall, -I say, locking up my grief in my own breast, and consoling myself as I couldwith the prospect of being generous, I quietly left all I held dear, and started on the desolatejourney I have mentioned. The dead winter-time was in full dreariness when I left my chambers for ever, at fiveo'clock in the morning. I had shaved by candle-light, of course, and was miserably cold, andexperienced that general all-pervading sensation of getting up to be hanged which I haveusually found inseparable from untimely rising under such circumstances

Media Bøker     Pocketbok   (Bok med mykt omslag og limt rygg)
Utgitt 8. desember 2020
ISBN13 9798577860523
Antall sider 30
Mål 216 × 280 × 2 mm   ·   95 g
Språk Engelsk  

Mer med Charles Dickens

Flere i samme serie