Amos Judd (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1897. Excerpt: ... head. It had every appearance of being that expensive decoration that can only be procured by a prolonged and conscientious indulgence in the choicest Burgundies. His large, round, light-blue eyes were all the bluer from their crimson setting. A more honest pair she had never seen. These, with his silver hair and benevolent forehead, gave the impression of a pleasantly intemperate bishop. Molly Cabot well knew that her father, and especially her mother, could never have achieved a warm and lasting friendship for one whose habits were honestly represented by such compromising colors. With old-fashioned courtesy he gave her his arm into the dining-room, and as they seated themselves at table he said: "You look like your mother, Miss Molly, and I am glad of it; the same forehead and eyes, and the same kind expression. I was afraid when I saw you last you were going to look like your father. He isn't so bad looking, considering the life he has led, but it would be a calamitous thing for a well-meaning girl to resemble any lawyer." She laughed: "But papa is not as bad as he looks, you know.' "Yes, he is; I have known him longer than you have. But there seem to be honors in dishonor. During these years that I have been trotting about the globe he has been climbing higher and higher, until now his legs are dangling from the topmost round. / Why, I understand that none but the solidest billionaires and the fattest monopolies presume to retain him." "I am afraid someone took you for a hayseed, Sam, and has been stuffing you.' ' No, they have not ' exclaimed the daughter. "Everybody says he is the best lawyer in New York. He has refused to be a judge several times " "Oh, come, Molly Don't make a fool of your old father ' "Go ahead, Miss Molly," cried Mr. Fettiplac...