The Library of fiction - or, Family story-teller, consisting of original tales, essays, and sketches of character (1836) (14786156593)

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Title: The Library of fiction : or, Family story-teller, consisting of original tales, essays, and sketches of character
Year: 1836 (1830s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870. Tugg's at Ramsgate Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870. Little talk about spring and the sweeps
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Publisher: London : Chapman and Hall
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign



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! and he sprang from the earth, andwas soon on the other side of the preliminary obstacle; not,however, without sustaining a severe disruption of his netherhabiliments, which catching some evil-intentioned spike, weremortally rent in the most vulnerable part. Such casualties, however, are nothing to the valiant, and heforthwith projected further schemes to elevate himself to thepoint of his impassioned hopes. A sort of small kitchen with aslanting roof was yet to be surmounted. Where was the me-thod ? Once so far, and he could reach the darling window withhis outstretched hand. The water-spout, in this emergency,with praiseworthy promptitude, volunteered its assistance, andsilently and stealthily Alcibiades coiled himself about it, andcrept upon the tiles with the skill of a marmoset. Joy and ex-ultation began to flutter in his soul, for he was already within ahairs breadth of his beloved. His heart beat tenderly, and hefelt delight even to his fingers ends. A few steps, and the prize
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Page 301, Vol 2 A LEAF FROM THE LIFE OF ALCIBIADES BOND. 301 would be won. Sweet thought! entrancing contemplation ! andhe moved one foot forward ; but, Oh ! who can tell how hard it is to climb the sloping surface of most treacherous slate? He moved, butat that moment the malignant house-dog set up a hideous yelp-ing, and startled him from his purpose. Too truly, It was that fatal and perfidious barkThat sank so low that sacred head of thine ! for, taking fright at the detestable clamour of the vociferousbeast, a panic seized him—his legs and the tiles gave way toge-ther—his courage went one way, his hat another—and with ashriek of terror that carried dismay to the utmost caves of night,down he came huddling from his imperious eminence, andpitched into a water-butt. Up went Pvliss Thmiipsons window;fortli from his watery repository struggled Alcibiades Bond; fearwas in the eye of the former—unfeigned grief, mortification, andmadness in the countenance of the latter. * O mercy