Name: Love Me Little, Love Me Long: (Charles Reade Classics Collection) (en Inglés)
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Author: Reade, Charles
ISBN: 9781517367770

portada Love Me Little, Love Me Long: (Charles Reade Classics Collection) (en Inglés)

Love Me Little, Love Me Long: (Charles Reade Classics Collection) (en Inglés)

Formato

Libro Físico

Autor

Charles Reade

Editorial

Createspace

Idioma

Inglés

N° páginas

396

Encuadernación

Tapa Blanda

Dimensiones

22.9 x 15.2 x 2.1 cm

Peso

0.53 kg.

ISBN13

9781517367770

Categorías

Ficción: general y literaria

Love Me Little, Love Me Long: (Charles Reade Classics Collection) (en Inglés)

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Reseña del libro "Love Me Little, Love Me Long: (Charles Reade Classics Collection) (en Inglés)"

NEARLY a quarter of a century ago, Lucy Fountain, a young lady of beauty and distinction, was, by the death of her mother, her sole surviving parent, left in the hands of her two trustees, Edward Fountain, Esq., of Font Abbey, and Mr. Bazalgette, a merchant whose wife was Mrs. Fountain's half-sister. They agreed to lighten the burden by dividing it. She should spend half the year with each trustee in turn, until marriage should take her off their hands. Our mild tale begins in Mr. Bazalgette's own house, two years after the date of that arrangement. The chit-chat must be your main clue to the characters. In life it is the same. Men and women won't come to you ticketed, or explanation in hand. "Lucy, you are a great comfort in a house; it is so nice to have some one to pour out one's heart to; my husband is no use at all." "Aunt Bazalgette!" "In that way. You listen to my faded illusions, to the aspirations of a nature too finely organized, ah! to find its happiness in this rough, selfish world. When I open my bosom to him, what does he do? Guess now-whistles."