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- Author: R M Ballantyne
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2014
- Pages: 132
- ISBN-10: 1499691734
- ISBN-13: 9781499691733
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.7 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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The family board was spread; the family kettle-an unusually fat one-was singing on the fire, and the family chimney was roaring like a lion by reason of the wind, which blew a hurricane outside, and shook the family mansion, a small wooden hut, to its foundations. The hour was midnight. This fact was indicated by the family clock-a Dutch one, with a face which had once been white, but was now become greenish yellow, probably from horror at the profanity of the artist who had painted a basket of unrecognisable fruit above it, an irate cockatoo below it, and a blue church with a pink steeple as near to the centre of it as the hands would admit of. The family circle, consisting of a stout good-looking woman of thirty or thereabouts, and a little boy and girl, were of the fisher class, obviously so to the senses of sight and smell. They sat by the fire. It was an unusual hour for supper, but then it was an unusually wild night, and the frequent glance cast by the woman at the Dutch clock with the horrified countenance, showed clearly that the board was not spread for the family meal, but that they waited up for some absent one.
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- Author: R M Ballantyne
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2014
- Pages: 132
- ISBN-10: 1499691734
- ISBN-13: 9781499691733
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.7 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
The family board was spread; the family kettle-an unusually fat one-was singing on the fire, and the family chimney was roaring like a lion by reason of the wind, which blew a hurricane outside, and shook the family mansion, a small wooden hut, to its foundations. The hour was midnight. This fact was indicated by the family clock-a Dutch one, with a face which had once been white, but was now become greenish yellow, probably from horror at the profanity of the artist who had painted a basket of unrecognisable fruit above it, an irate cockatoo below it, and a blue church with a pink steeple as near to the centre of it as the hands would admit of. The family circle, consisting of a stout good-looking woman of thirty or thereabouts, and a little boy and girl, were of the fisher class, obviously so to the senses of sight and smell. They sat by the fire. It was an unusual hour for supper, but then it was an unusually wild night, and the frequent glance cast by the woman at the Dutch clock with the horrified countenance, showed clearly that the board was not spread for the family meal, but that they waited up for some absent one.
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