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Boy's Own Annual Volume 8
Boy's Own Annual Volume 8 | Anonymous
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1885 edition. Excerpt: ...so mistook the mind of the_E lish people you must abye your mista e. You knew when you levied War on the government what must be the 00f-Sequence if you failed." " hven so, my lord," resumed Wake. As my father was wont to say, 'If you SOW an acorn you must expect an oak--" ' _ "Ha! what said you, sir?" said the Judge, with a start. "I scarce caught y0''1r' words." Nay, I did but note a sa ing of my fathers, my lord, w ich good' sooth has been somewhat of a favourite one with me through life. It may be it would have been better had I thought of it before.." h0 was our father?" asked the ud_ge again, with an eagerness of manner which much surprised the lawyers preSent, with wlioin he was proverbial for the cold reserve of his manner. My father? He was William Wake, Qf Blandford, Dorsetshire; as good a hither as a man need have." _" Ha! then methinks he must have mven you an education which should CHAPTER IV. "At St. I'eter's School, Westmiiister, my lord, an' you care to inquire." _ " Ali, indeed!" said the jud e, recovering himself. "Well, procee now with the petition you have to ofl'er, we lose time." "I have but to request, my lord, that sulficient time may be allowed me to see again my wife and infant child. She has been prevented by sore sickness from travelling hither to take leave of me. She is even now settin out, but must needs journey slowly. only pray you for such space of time as may suflice for her arrival and one brief interview." " Nay," said the judge, " methinks, asa Christian man, I can scarce refuse that. The others must needs undergo their...
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I‘ve started buying holiday books! Today the thrift store coughed up a Boy‘s Own Annual from 1914/15, which I‘ll wrap up for my dad mostly on account of the cricket cover (a LOT of cricket happens near his house) and the battleship frontispieces. Since it‘s from a hundred and ten years ago, I assume most of the stories are all, “Manly manness forever! Glory to the empire! What ho! Such larks!”