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- Author: Susan Warner
- Publisher: Kessinger Publishing
- ISBN-10: 0548504881
- ISBN-13: 9780548504888
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 3.6 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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Excerpt from Stephen, M. D
"Stephen, my boy, I must send you out for me. I'm sorry, now it is raining again."
A little boy, of some ten years old, lifted his head, which had been bent down over a book, and looked at the speaker expectantly but in silence. He was a fair faced child, comely and rosy, even although certainly neither face nor form bore the tokens of being full fed. And his clothes were much worn, thin and patched. His mother eyed him a minute silently, as he lay there on the floor over his book; contrasting perhaps the somewhat slight, delicate frame and very worn dress, from which the protecting nap was long since gone, with the chill November rain which was coming down outside with good will.
"What have you got there?"
"Robinson Crusoe, mother. O it's splendid!"
"Where did you get that?"
"Bill Harrison lent it to me."
"That was kind of Bill."
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- Author: Susan Warner
- Publisher: Kessinger Publishing
- ISBN-10: 0548504881
- ISBN-13: 9780548504888
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 3.6 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
Excerpt from Stephen, M. D
"Stephen, my boy, I must send you out for me. I'm sorry, now it is raining again."
A little boy, of some ten years old, lifted his head, which had been bent down over a book, and looked at the speaker expectantly but in silence. He was a fair faced child, comely and rosy, even although certainly neither face nor form bore the tokens of being full fed. And his clothes were much worn, thin and patched. His mother eyed him a minute silently, as he lay there on the floor over his book; contrasting perhaps the somewhat slight, delicate frame and very worn dress, from which the protecting nap was long since gone, with the chill November rain which was coming down outside with good will.
"What have you got there?"
"Robinson Crusoe, mother. O it's splendid!"
"Where did you get that?"
"Bill Harrison lent it to me."
"That was kind of Bill."
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