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- Author: May Agnes Fleming
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2015
- Pages: 154
- ISBN-10: 1517055628
- ISBN-13: 9781517055622
- Format: 21.6 x 28 x 0.8 cm, softcover
- Language: English
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It was a foggy night in Speckport. There was nothing uncommon in its being foggy this close May evening; but it was rather provoking and ungallant of the clerk of the weather, seeing that Miss McGregor particularly desired it to be fine. Miss Jeannette (she had been christened plain Jane, but scorned to answer to anything so unromantic)-Miss Jeannette McGregor was at home to-night to all the élite of Speckport; and as a good many of the élite owned no other conveyance than that which Nature had given them, it was particularly desirable the weather should be fine. But it wasn't fine; it was nasty and drizzly, and sultry and foggy; and sky and sea were blotted out; and the gas-lamps sprinkled through the sloppy streets of Speckport blinked feebly through the gloom; and people buttoned up to the chin and wrapped in cloaks flitted by each other like phantoms, in the pale blank of wet and fog. And half the year round that is the sort of weather they enjoy in Speckport. You don't know Speckport! There I have the advantage of you; for I know its whole history, past, present, and-future, I was going to
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- Author: May Agnes Fleming
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2015
- Pages: 154
- ISBN-10: 1517055628
- ISBN-13: 9781517055622
- Format: 21.6 x 28 x 0.8 cm, softcover
- Language: English English
It was a foggy night in Speckport. There was nothing uncommon in its being foggy this close May evening; but it was rather provoking and ungallant of the clerk of the weather, seeing that Miss McGregor particularly desired it to be fine. Miss Jeannette (she had been christened plain Jane, but scorned to answer to anything so unromantic)-Miss Jeannette McGregor was at home to-night to all the élite of Speckport; and as a good many of the élite owned no other conveyance than that which Nature had given them, it was particularly desirable the weather should be fine. But it wasn't fine; it was nasty and drizzly, and sultry and foggy; and sky and sea were blotted out; and the gas-lamps sprinkled through the sloppy streets of Speckport blinked feebly through the gloom; and people buttoned up to the chin and wrapped in cloaks flitted by each other like phantoms, in the pale blank of wet and fog. And half the year round that is the sort of weather they enjoy in Speckport. You don't know Speckport! There I have the advantage of you; for I know its whole history, past, present, and-future, I was going to
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