2014, ISBN: 9781499705881

The Story of the Gadsbys: Paperback: Createspace: 9781499705881: 03 Jun 2014: The wild hawk to the wind-swept sky, The deer to the wholesome wold, And the heart of a man to the heart of a… Mehr…

The Story of the Gadsbys: Paperback: Createspace: 9781499705881: 03 Jun 2014: The wild hawk to the wind-swept sky, The deer to the wholesome wold, And the heart of a man to the heart of a maid, As it was in the days of old. Gypsy Song. SCENE. Interior of Miss MINNIE THREEGAN'S Bedroom at Simla. Miss THREEGAN, in window-seat, turning over a drawerful of things. Miss EMMA DEERCOURT, bosom?friend, who has come to spend the day, sitting on the bed, manipulating the bodice of a ballroom froc. The wild hawk to the wind-swept sky, The deer to the wholesome wold, And the heart of a man to the heart of a maid, As it was in the days of old. Gypsy Song. SCENE. Interior of Miss MINNIE THREEGAN'S Bedroom at Simla. Miss THREEGAN, in window-seat, turning over a drawerful of things. Miss EMMA DEERCOURT, bosom?friend, who has come to spend the day, sitting on the bed, manipulating the bodice of a ballroom frock, and a bunch of artificial lilies of the valley. Time, 5:30 P.M. on a hot May afternoon. Miss DEERCOURT. And he said: "I shall never forget this dance," and, of course, I said: "Oh, how can you be so silly!" Do you think he meant anything, dear? Miss THREEGAN. (Extracting long lavender silk stocking from the rubbish.) You know him better than I do. Miss D. Oh, do be sympathetic, Minnie! I'm sure he does. At least I would be sure if he wasn't always riding with that odious Mrs. Hagan. Miss T. I suppose so. How does one manage to dance through one's heels first? Look at this?isn't it shameful? (Spreads stocking?heel on open hand for inspection.) Miss D. Never mind that! You can't mend it. Help me with this hateful bodice. I've run the string so, and I've run the string so, and I can't make the fulness come right. Where would you put this? (Waves lilies of the valley.) Miss T. As high up on the shoulder as possible. Anthologies (non-Poetry), , , , , , , , , , , ,<

2014, ISBN: 1499705883

[EAN: 9781499705881], Neubuch, [PU: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform, United States], Language: English. Brand new Book. The wild hawk to the wind-swept sky, The deer to the wh… Mehr…

[EAN: 9781499705881], Neubuch, [PU: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform, United States], Language: English. Brand new Book. The wild hawk to the wind-swept sky, The deer to the wholesome wold, And the heart of a man to the heart of a maid, As it was in the days of old. Gypsy Song. SCENE.-Interior of Miss MINNIE THREEGAN'S Bedroom at Simla. Miss THREEGAN, in window-seat, turning over a drawerful of things. Miss EMMA DEERCOURT, bosom-friend, who has come to spend the day, sitting on the bed, manipulating the bodice of a ballroom frock, and a bunch of artificial lilies of the valley. Time, 5:30 P. M. on a hot May afternoon. Miss DEERCOURT. And he said: "I shall never forget this dance," and, of course, I said: "Oh, how can you be so silly!" Do you think he meant anything, dear? Miss THREEGAN. (Extracting long lavender silk stocking from the rubbish.) You know him better than I do. Miss D. Oh, do be sympathetic, Minnie! I'm sure he does. At least I would be sure if he wasn't always riding with that odious Mrs. Hagan. Miss T. I suppose so. How does one manage to dance through one's heels first? Look at this-isn't it shameful? (Spreads stocking-heel on open hand for inspection.) Miss D. Never mind that! You can't mend it. Help me with this hateful bodice. I've run the string so, and I've run the string so, and I can't make the fulness come right. Where would you put this? (Waves lilies of the valley.) Miss T. As high up on the shoulder as possible., Books<

2014, ISBN: 1499705883

[EAN: 9781499705881], Neubuch, [PU: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform, United States], Language: English. Brand new Book. The wild hawk to the wind-swept sky, The deer to the wh… Mehr…

[EAN: 9781499705881], Neubuch, [PU: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform, United States], Language: English. Brand new Book. The wild hawk to the wind-swept sky, The deer to the wholesome wold, And the heart of a man to the heart of a maid, As it was in the days of old. Gypsy Song. SCENE.-Interior of Miss MINNIE THREEGAN'S Bedroom at Simla. Miss THREEGAN, in window-seat, turning over a drawerful of things. Miss EMMA DEERCOURT, bosom-friend, who has come to spend the day, sitting on the bed, manipulating the bodice of a ballroom frock, and a bunch of artificial lilies of the valley. Time, 5:30 P. M. on a hot May afternoon. Miss DEERCOURT. And he said: "I shall never forget this dance," and, of course, I said: "Oh, how can you be so silly!" Do you think he meant anything, dear? Miss THREEGAN. (Extracting long lavender silk stocking from the rubbish.) You know him better than I do. Miss D. Oh, do be sympathetic, Minnie! I'm sure he does. At least I would be sure if he wasn't always riding with that odious Mrs. Hagan. Miss T. I suppose so. How does one manage to dance through one's heels first? Look at this-isn't it shameful? (Spreads stocking-heel on open hand for inspection.) Miss D. Never mind that! You can't mend it. Help me with this hateful bodice. I've run the string so, and I've run the string so, and I can't make the fulness come right. Where would you put this? (Waves lilies of the valley.) Miss T. As high up on the shoulder as possible.<

2014, ISBN: 1499705883

[EAN: 9781499705881], Neubuch, [PU: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform, United States], Language: English. Brand new Book. The wild hawk to the wind-swept sky, The deer to the wh… Mehr…

[EAN: 9781499705881], Neubuch, [PU: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform, United States], Language: English. Brand new Book. The wild hawk to the wind-swept sky, The deer to the wholesome wold, And the heart of a man to the heart of a maid, As it was in the days of old. Gypsy Song. SCENE.-Interior of Miss MINNIE THREEGAN'S Bedroom at Simla. Miss THREEGAN, in window-seat, turning over a drawerful of things. Miss EMMA DEERCOURT, bosom-friend, who has come to spend the day, sitting on the bed, manipulating the bodice of a ballroom frock, and a bunch of artificial lilies of the valley. Time, 5:30 P. M. on a hot May afternoon. Miss DEERCOURT. And he said: "I shall never forget this dance," and, of course, I said: "Oh, how can you be so silly!" Do you think he meant anything, dear? Miss THREEGAN. (Extracting long lavender silk stocking from the rubbish.) You know him better than I do. Miss D. Oh, do be sympathetic, Minnie! I'm sure he does. At least I would be sure if he wasn't always riding with that odious Mrs. Hagan. Miss T. I suppose so. How does one manage to dance through one's heels first? Look at this-isn't it shameful? (Spreads stocking-heel on open hand for inspection.) Miss D. Never mind that! You can't mend it. Help me with this hateful bodice. I've run the string so, and I've run the string so, and I can't make the fulness come right. Where would you put this? (Waves lilies of the valley.) Miss T. As high up on the shoulder as possible.<