Christy Carew, by the Author of 'Hon. Miss Ferrard'. (Paperback)

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: voice sounded in ironical remonstrance; ' oh, very good ! Break the balusters, and see what you'll get!' ' No matter what you do If only your heart be true, ' sang the voice, which was cracked. Then recitative: ' You fool, mind your own business! What is it to you if I do break the balustrade, eh ?' ' Miss Christy! oh, Miss Christy ! for the love of the Virgin, come out an' see what he's at now !' This rose, in a voice charged with exaggerated terror, to the ears of the young lady in authority. She laid down the book she was not reading, and, reluctantly turning away her eyes from the view that lay beneath her window, rose slowly and walked out of her room. There was a small lobby before the door, fenced, as is usual, by balustrades, and, curiously twisted in these balustrades, a pair of boots was visible boots of by no means the most fashionable cut. The owner of these boots was depending from them head downwards over the stairs. His jacket, in accordance with the laws of gravity, had fallen downwards, and was flapping at the back of his head, and there was a wide interregnum between his waistcoat and trousers. His face was very red, and his hair on end. He looked to be anything but comfortable, but chanted and uttered defiance at the full pitch of his voice. ' Lanty, ' said his sister, after a careful examination of the balustrade, ' if you break that woodwork there will be something to pay, and you know you have broken a basin and two plates already to-day.' textit{' Lies ! all lies !' was the courteous rejoinder, screamed at apoplectic pitch. ' That Hannah did the basin; and as for the plates, one of them was rotten.' ' Oh! Lord forgive him, Miss Christy! Miss Minna had her sea-an em ' ' Hay ! what ?' interrupted the acrobat, with startling an...