| Falkner (Volume 2); A Novel Contributor(s): Shelley, Mary Wollstonecraft (Author) |
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ISBN: 1151392804 ISBN-13: 9781151392800 Publisher: General Books OUR PRICE: $14.85 Product Type: Paperback - Other Formats Published: January 2012 * Not available - Not in print at this time * |
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| BISAC Categories: - Fiction | Classics |
| Dewey: FIC |
| Physical Information: 0.1" H x 7.44" W x 9.69" (0.23 lbs) 48 pages |
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| Publisher Description: Book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1837. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XIII. "At last I became aware that the wheels of the carriage passed through water. Hope revived with the thought. The hut where Osborne was to stop, was to the south of the river we were now crossing; the tide was ebbing, and despite the wind and storm, we passed the ford in safety; a moment more, and the carriage stopped amidst the sands. I took the unfortunate lady in my arms, and carried her into the hut; then fetching the cushions of the carriage, I bade Osborne take the horses on to a covered shed about half a mile off, which he had prepared for them, and return immediately. "I re-entered the hut--still Alithea lay motionless on the ground where I had placed her. The lightning showed me her pale face; and another flash permitted me to discover a portion of luggage brought here by Osborne--necessary if we fled. Among other things which, soldier-like, I always carried with me, I saw my canteen; it contained the implements for striking a light, and tapers. By such means I could at last discover that my victim still lived; and sometimes also she groaned and sighed heavily. What had happened to her I could not tell, nor by what means consciousness might be restored. I chafed her head and hands in spirituous waters; I made her swallow some---in vain. For a moment she somewhat revived, but relapsed again; and the icy cold of her hands and feet seemed to portend instant dissolution. Osborne returned, as I had ordered; he was totally unaware of the'state to which my devilish machinations had brought my victim. He found me hanging over her--calling her by every endearing name--chafing her hands in mine--watching in torture for such signs of returning sense as would assure me that I was not about to see her expire before my eyes. He was scared by what he saw; but I silenced him, ... |