2009, ISBN: 9781153724555

General Books publication date: 2009Original publication date: 1922Original Publisher: C. Scribner's Sons Subjects: Fiction / GeneralFiction / ClassicsFiction / Literary Notes: This is a … Mehr…

General Books publication date: 2009Original publication date: 1922Original Publisher: C. Scribner's Sons Subjects: Fiction / GeneralFiction / ClassicsFiction / Literary Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for General Books publication date: 2009Original publication date: 1922Original Publisher: C. Scribner's Sons Subjects: Fiction / GeneralFiction / ClassicsFiction / Literary Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: VIII Of all the people I had expected to see that morning he was the last. Almost unconsciously I recalled the little kindnesses he had rendered me. Busy as he had been with commercial ventures, there was never a time when he had not stood ready with his help. And even my father's name - he had never recalled it, except with regretful affection in his sad little reminiscences of older, pleasanter days. I thought I detected a trace of that affection, a trace of appeal, almost, in the look he gave us as we entered. They made a strange contrast, my uncle, and my father, in his gay coat and laces, his slender, upright figure, and his face, almost youthful beneath his powdered hair. For my uncle was an older man, and years and care had slightly bowed him. The wrinkles were deep about his mouth and eyes. His brown hair, simply dressed, was gray already at the temples. His plain black coat and knee breeches were wrinkled from travel. As he often put it, he had no time to care for clothes. Yet his cheeks glowed from quietliving, and there was a sly, good humored twinkle in his brown eyes which went well with his broad shoulders and his strongly knit body. His reputation for genial good nature was with him still. He stretched forth a hand, but the moment was inopportune. My father had given his undivided attention to the shutters on the east windows. He walked swiftly over and drew them to, snapping a bolt to hold them in place. Then he turned and rubbed his hands together Books, Fiction~~Literary, Unspeakable-Gentleman~~John-P-Marquand, 999999999, The Unspeakable Gentleman, John Phillips Marquand, 1153724553, General Books LLC, , , , , General Books LLC<

ISBN: 9781153724555

General Books publication date: 2009Original publication date: 1922Original Publisher: C. Scribner's Sons Subjects: Fiction / GeneralFiction / ClassicsFiction / Literary N… Mehr…

General Books publication date: 2009Original publication date: 1922Original Publisher: C. Scribner's Sons Subjects: Fiction / GeneralFiction / ClassicsFiction / Literary Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text.When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free.Excerpt: VIII Of all the people I had expected to see that morning he was the last. Almost unconsciously I recalled the little kindnesses he had rendered me. Busy as he had been with commercial ventures, there was never a time when he had not stood ready with his help. And even my father's name -- he had never recalled it, except with regretful affection in his sad little reminiscences of older, pleasanter days. I thought I detected a trace of that affection, a trace of appeal, almost, in the look he gave us as we entered. They made a strange contrast, my uncle, and my father, in his gay coat and laces, his slender, upright figure, and his face, almost youthful beneath his powdered hair. For my uncle was an older man, and years and care had slightly bowed him. The wrinkles were deep about his mouth and eyes. His brown hair, simply dressed, was gray already at the temples. His plain black coat and knee breeches were wrinkled from travel. As he often put it, he had no time to care for clothes. Yet his cheeks glowed from quietliving, and there was a sly, good humored twinkle in his brown eyes which went well with his broad shoulders and his strongly knit body. His reputation for genial good nature was with him still. He stretched forth a hand, but the moment was inopportune. My father had given his undivided attention to the shutters on the east windows. He walked swiftly over and drew them to, snapping a bolt to hold them in place. Then he turned and rubbed his hands together Books Books ~~ Fiction~~ Literary Unspeakable-Gentleman~~John-P-Marquand General Books LLC The book has no illustrations or index. Purchasers are entitled to a free trial membership in the General Books Club where they can select from more than a million books without charge. Subjects: Biography<

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Excerpt: ... so sudden, that I was frightened for a moment. I should have remembered he is erratic and apt to change his mind. I should have guessed why he changed it. It is you, Monsieur… Mehr…

Excerpt: ... so sudden, that I was frightened for a moment. I should have remembered he is erratic and apt to change his mind. I should have guessed why he changed it. It is you, Monsieur. You have had a bad effect upon him. You have made him turn suddenly grotesque. What did you do to him last evening? Do to him? I asked, stupidly enough. Why, nothing. I listened to him, Mademoiselle, just as I have been listening to him all this morning. And yet, she said, it is your fault. Usually he is most well behaved. He is moderate, Monsieur. At Blanzy a glass of wine at dinner was all he ever desired. For days at a time, I have hardly heard him say a word. The Marquis would call him the Sphinx, and what has he been doing here? Drinking bottle after bottle, talking steadily, acting outrageously. What is more, he has been doing so ever since he spoke of returning home. I tell you, Monsieur, you must keep away from him, or perhaps he will do with the paper exactly what he says. Pray do not scowl. Laugh, Monsieur, it is funny. Funny? I exclaimed, as stupidly as before. Mademoiselle sighed. If the Marquis had only lived-how he would have laughed. It was odd, the sense of humor of the Marquis. Strange how much alike they were, the Marquis and your father. It is pleasant that Mademoiselle and I should have something in common, I said. Her gaze grew very soft and far away. Not as much as they had. We never shall. I think it was because they both were embittered with life, both a trifle tired and cynical. My father thought there should be a king of France, and yet I think he knew there could not be one. Your father-it is another story. Quite, I agreed. And yet Mademoiselle will pardon me-I fail to see what they had in common. You say that, said Mademoiselle, because you do not know him as well as I do. Do you not see that he is a bitter, disappointed man? They were both disappointed. I examined the bolt on the door, and found it firm, despite its... John Phillips Marquand, Books, Fiction and Literature, The Unspeakable Gentleman Books>Fiction and Literature The book has no illustrations or index. Purchasers are entitled to a free trial membership in the General Books Club where they can select from more than a million books without charge. Subjects: Biography<