Master Skylark; A Story of Shakspere's Time (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 edition. Excerpt: ...on steel. Nick went up the steps behind the screen. It seemed cold in the room; he had not noticed it before. Yet there were sweat-drops upon his forehead. He felt as if he were a jackanapes he had seen once at the Stratford fair, which wore a crimson jerkin and a cap. The man who had the jackanapes played upon a pipe and a tabor; and when he said, "Dance " the jackanapes danced, for it was sorely afraid of the man. Yet when Nick looked around and did not see the master-player anywhere in the hall, he felt exceedingly lonely all at once without him, though he both feared and hated him. There still was a shuffling of feet and a low talking; but soon it became very quiet, and they all seemed to be wait, ing for him to begin. He did not care, but supposed he might as well: what else could he do? There was a clock somewhere ticking quickly with its sharp, metallic ring. As he listened, lonely, his heart cried out for home. In his fancy the wind seemed rippling over the Avon, and the elm-leaves rustled like rain upon the roof above his bed. There were red and white wildroses in the hedge, and in the air a smell of clover and of i new-mown hay. The mowers would be working in the clover in the moonlight. He could almost see the sweep of the shining scythes, and hear the chink-a-chank, chinka-chank of the whetstone on the long, curving blades. Chink-a-chank, chink-a-chank--'t was but the clock, and he in London town. Carew, sitting there behind the carven prompter'sscreen, put down his head between his hands and listened. There were murmurings a little while, then silence. Would the boy never begin? He pressed his knuckles into his temples and waited. Bow Bells rang out the hour; but the room was as still as a deep sleep. Would the boy never begin? The...

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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 edition. Excerpt: ...on steel. Nick went up the steps behind the screen. It seemed cold in the room; he had not noticed it before. Yet there were sweat-drops upon his forehead. He felt as if he were a jackanapes he had seen once at the Stratford fair, which wore a crimson jerkin and a cap. The man who had the jackanapes played upon a pipe and a tabor; and when he said, "Dance " the jackanapes danced, for it was sorely afraid of the man. Yet when Nick looked around and did not see the master-player anywhere in the hall, he felt exceedingly lonely all at once without him, though he both feared and hated him. There still was a shuffling of feet and a low talking; but soon it became very quiet, and they all seemed to be wait, ing for him to begin. He did not care, but supposed he might as well: what else could he do? There was a clock somewhere ticking quickly with its sharp, metallic ring. As he listened, lonely, his heart cried out for home. In his fancy the wind seemed rippling over the Avon, and the elm-leaves rustled like rain upon the roof above his bed. There were red and white wildroses in the hedge, and in the air a smell of clover and of i new-mown hay. The mowers would be working in the clover in the moonlight. He could almost see the sweep of the shining scythes, and hear the chink-a-chank, chinka-chank of the whetstone on the long, curving blades. Chink-a-chank, chink-a-chank--'t was but the clock, and he in London town. Carew, sitting there behind the carven prompter'sscreen, put down his head between his hands and listened. There were murmurings a little while, then silence. Would the boy never begin? He pressed his knuckles into his temples and waited. Bow Bells rang out the hour; but the room was as still as a deep sleep. Would the boy never begin? The...

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Rarebooksclub.com

Country of origin

United States

Release date

July 2012

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First published

July 2012

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Dimensions

246 x 189 x 4mm (L x W x T)

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Paperback - Trade

Pages

70

ISBN-13

978-0-217-51109-4

Barcode

9780217511094

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0-217-51109-0



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