This ebook edition has been proofed, corrected and compiled to be read with without errors!
***
CONTENTS:
By Way of Introduction:
HER STORY
HIS STORY [TWENTY YEARS AFTER]
The Book Itself
THEIR STORY
CHAPTER ONE: ALADDIN'S LAMP
CHAPTER TWO: THE MILLIONAIRE PLUNGER
CHAPTER THREE: SANCTUARY
CHAPTER FOUR: A DOCTOR OF MANY DEGREES
CHAPTER FIVE: HAWKINS
CHAPTER SIX: THE ALIBI
CHAPTER SEVEN: THE GIRL OF THE TRAVELING PAWN-SHOP
CHAPTER EIGHT: ALLIES
CHAPTER NINE: THE CONSPIRATORS
CHAPTER TEN: AT FIVE MINUTES TO EIGHT
CHAPTER ELEVEN: THE RENDEZVOUS
CHAPTER TWELVE: THE FIGHT
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: TRAPPINGS OF TINSEL
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: THE TWO PENS
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: THE CLEW
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: A WOLF LICKS HIS CHOPS
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: ALIAS MR. ANDERSON
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: THE HOSTAGE
CHAPTER NINETEEN: CABIN H--14
CHAPTER TWENTY: OUTSIDE THE DOOR
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: THE LAST CHANCE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: THROUGH THE NIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: THE BEST MAN
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: THE RIDE
***
An excerpt from the beginning of:
BY WAY OF INTRODUCTION
HER STORY
A hansom cab, somewhat woebegone in appearance, threaded its way in a curiously dejected manner through the heart of New York's East Side. A fine drizzle fell, through which the street lamps showed as through a mist; and, with the pavements slippery, the emaciated looking horse, the shafts jerking and lifting up at intervals around its ears, appeared hard put to it to preserve its footing. The cabman on his perch drove with his coat collar turned up and his chin on his breast. He held the reins listlessly, permitting the horse to choose its own gait. At times he lifted the little trap door in the roof of the cab and peered into the interior; occasionally his hand, tentatively, hesitantly, edged toward a bulge in his coat pocket--only to be drawn back again in a sort of panic haste.
The cab turned into a street where, in spite of the drizzle, hawkers with their push-carts under flaring, spitting gasoline banjoes were doing a thriving business. The horse went more slowly. There was very little room. With the push-carts lining the curbs on both sides, and the overflow of pedestrians from the sidewalks into the street, it was perhaps over-taxing the horse's instinct to steer a safe course for the vehicle it dragged behind it. Halfway along the block a wheel of the hansom bumped none too gently into one of the push-carts, nearly upsetting the latter. The hawker, with a frantic grab, saved his wares from disaster by an uncomfortably narrow margin, and, this done, hurled an impassioned flood of lurid oratory at the two-wheeler.
The cabman lifted his chin from his breast, stared stonily at the hawker, slapped the reins mechanically on the roof of the cab as an intimation to the horse to proceed, and the cab wended its way along again.
At the end of the block, it turned the corner, and drew up before a small building that was nested in between two tenements. The cabman climbed down from his perch, and stood for a moment surveying the three gilded balls that hung over the dingy doorway, and the lettering--"Paul Veniza. Pawnbroker"--that showed on the dully-lighted windows which confronted him.
He drew his hand across his eyes; then, reaching suddenly inside the cab, lifted a bundle in his arms, and entered the shop. A man behind the counter stared at him, and uttered a quick ejaculation. The cabman went on into a rear room. The man from behind the counter followed. In the rear room, a woman rose from a table where she had been sewing, and took the bundle quickly from the cabman's arms, as it emitted a querrulous little cry.
The cabman spoke for the first time.
"She's dead," he said heavily.
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CONTENTS:
By Way of Introduction:
HER STORY
HIS STORY [TWENTY YEARS AFTER]
The Book Itself
THEIR STORY
CHAPTER ONE: ALADDIN'S LAMP
CHAPTER TWO: THE MILLIONAIRE PLUNGER
CHAPTER THREE: SANCTUARY
CHAPTER FOUR: A DOCTOR OF MANY DEGREES
CHAPTER FIVE: HAWKINS
CHAPTER SIX: THE ALIBI
CHAPTER SEVEN: THE GIRL OF THE TRAVELING PAWN-SHOP
CHAPTER EIGHT: ALLIES
CHAPTER NINE: THE CONSPIRATORS
CHAPTER TEN: AT FIVE MINUTES TO EIGHT
CHAPTER ELEVEN: THE RENDEZVOUS
CHAPTER TWELVE: THE FIGHT
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: TRAPPINGS OF TINSEL
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: THE TWO PENS
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: THE CLEW
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: A WOLF LICKS HIS CHOPS
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: ALIAS MR. ANDERSON
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: THE HOSTAGE
CHAPTER NINETEEN: CABIN H--14
CHAPTER TWENTY: OUTSIDE THE DOOR
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: THE LAST CHANCE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: THROUGH THE NIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: THE BEST MAN
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: THE RIDE
***
An excerpt from the beginning of:
BY WAY OF INTRODUCTION
HER STORY
A hansom cab, somewhat woebegone in appearance, threaded its way in a curiously dejected manner through the heart of New York's East Side. A fine drizzle fell, through which the street lamps showed as through a mist; and, with the pavements slippery, the emaciated looking horse, the shafts jerking and lifting up at intervals around its ears, appeared hard put to it to preserve its footing. The cabman on his perch drove with his coat collar turned up and his chin on his breast. He held the reins listlessly, permitting the horse to choose its own gait. At times he lifted the little trap door in the roof of the cab and peered into the interior; occasionally his hand, tentatively, hesitantly, edged toward a bulge in his coat pocket--only to be drawn back again in a sort of panic haste.
The cab turned into a street where, in spite of the drizzle, hawkers with their push-carts under flaring, spitting gasoline banjoes were doing a thriving business. The horse went more slowly. There was very little room. With the push-carts lining the curbs on both sides, and the overflow of pedestrians from the sidewalks into the street, it was perhaps over-taxing the horse's instinct to steer a safe course for the vehicle it dragged behind it. Halfway along the block a wheel of the hansom bumped none too gently into one of the push-carts, nearly upsetting the latter. The hawker, with a frantic grab, saved his wares from disaster by an uncomfortably narrow margin, and, this done, hurled an impassioned flood of lurid oratory at the two-wheeler.
The cabman lifted his chin from his breast, stared stonily at the hawker, slapped the reins mechanically on the roof of the cab as an intimation to the horse to proceed, and the cab wended its way along again.
At the end of the block, it turned the corner, and drew up before a small building that was nested in between two tenements. The cabman climbed down from his perch, and stood for a moment surveying the three gilded balls that hung over the dingy doorway, and the lettering--"Paul Veniza. Pawnbroker"--that showed on the dully-lighted windows which confronted him.
He drew his hand across his eyes; then, reaching suddenly inside the cab, lifted a bundle in his arms, and entered the shop. A man behind the counter stared at him, and uttered a quick ejaculation. The cabman went on into a rear room. The man from behind the counter followed. In the rear room, a woman rose from a table where she had been sewing, and took the bundle quickly from the cabman's arms, as it emitted a querrulous little cry.
The cabman spoke for the first time.
"She's dead," he said heavily.
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This ebook edition has been proofed, corrected and compiled to be read with without errors!
***
CONTENTS:
By Way of Introduction:
HER STORY
HIS STORY [TWENTY YEARS AFTER]
The Book Itself
THEIR STORY
CHAPTER ONE: ALADDIN'S LAMP
CHAPTER TWO: THE MILLIONAIRE PLUNGER
CHAPTER THREE: SANCTUARY
CHAPTER FOUR: A DOCTOR OF MANY DEGREES
CHAPTER FIVE: HAWKINS
CHAPTER SIX: THE ALIBI
CHAPTER SEVEN: THE GIRL OF THE TRAVELING PAWN-SHOP
CHAPTER EIGHT: ALLIES
CHAPTER NINE: THE CONSPIRATORS
CHAPTER TEN: AT FIVE MINUTES TO EIGHT
CHAPTER ELEVEN: THE RENDEZVOUS
CHAPTER TWELVE: THE FIGHT
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: TRAPPINGS OF TINSEL
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: THE TWO PENS
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: THE CLEW
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: A WOLF LICKS HIS CHOPS
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: ALIAS MR. ANDERSON
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: THE HOSTAGE
CHAPTER NINETEEN: CABIN H--14
CHAPTER TWENTY: OUTSIDE THE DOOR
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: THE LAST CHANCE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: THROUGH THE NIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: THE BEST MAN
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: THE RIDE
***
An excerpt from the beginning of:
BY WAY OF INTRODUCTION
HER STORY
A hansom cab, somewhat woebegone in appearance, threaded its way in a curiously dejected manner through the heart of New York's East Side. A fine drizzle fell, through which the street lamps showed as through a mist; and, with the pavements slippery, the emaciated looking horse, the shafts jerking and lifting up at intervals around its ears, appeared hard put to it to preserve its footing. The cabman on his perch drove with his coat collar turned up and his chin on his breast. He held the reins listlessly, permitting the horse to choose its own gait. At times he lifted the little trap door in the roof of the cab and peered into the interior; occasionally his hand, tentatively, hesitantly, edged toward a bulge in his coat pocket--only to be drawn back again in a sort of panic haste.
The cab turned into a street where, in spite of the drizzle, hawkers with their push-carts under flaring, spitting gasoline banjoes were doing a thriving business. The horse went more slowly. There was very little room. With the push-carts lining the curbs on both sides, and the overflow of pedestrians from the sidewalks into the street, it was perhaps over-taxing the horse's instinct to steer a safe course for the vehicle it dragged behind it. Halfway along the block a wheel of the hansom bumped none too gently into one of the push-carts, nearly upsetting the latter. The hawker, with a frantic grab, saved his wares from disaster by an uncomfortably narrow margin, and, this done, hurled an impassioned flood of lurid oratory at the two-wheeler.
The cabman lifted his chin from his breast, stared stonily at the hawker, slapped the reins mechanically on the roof of the cab as an intimation to the horse to proceed, and the cab wended its way along again.
At the end of the block, it turned the corner, and drew up before a small building that was nested in between two tenements. The cabman climbed down from his perch, and stood for a moment surveying the three gilded balls that hung over the dingy doorway, and the lettering--"Paul Veniza. Pawnbroker"--that showed on the dully-lighted windows which confronted him.
He drew his hand across his eyes; then, reaching suddenly inside the cab, lifted a bundle in his arms, and entered the shop. A man behind the counter stared at him, and uttered a quick ejaculation. The cabman went on into a rear room. The man from behind the counter followed. In the rear room, a woman rose from a table where she had been sewing, and took the bundle quickly from the cabman's arms, as it emitted a querrulous little cry.
The cabman spoke for the first time.
"She's dead," he said heavily.
***
CONTENTS:
By Way of Introduction:
HER STORY
HIS STORY [TWENTY YEARS AFTER]
The Book Itself
THEIR STORY
CHAPTER ONE: ALADDIN'S LAMP
CHAPTER TWO: THE MILLIONAIRE PLUNGER
CHAPTER THREE: SANCTUARY
CHAPTER FOUR: A DOCTOR OF MANY DEGREES
CHAPTER FIVE: HAWKINS
CHAPTER SIX: THE ALIBI
CHAPTER SEVEN: THE GIRL OF THE TRAVELING PAWN-SHOP
CHAPTER EIGHT: ALLIES
CHAPTER NINE: THE CONSPIRATORS
CHAPTER TEN: AT FIVE MINUTES TO EIGHT
CHAPTER ELEVEN: THE RENDEZVOUS
CHAPTER TWELVE: THE FIGHT
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: TRAPPINGS OF TINSEL
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: THE TWO PENS
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: THE CLEW
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: A WOLF LICKS HIS CHOPS
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: ALIAS MR. ANDERSON
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: THE HOSTAGE
CHAPTER NINETEEN: CABIN H--14
CHAPTER TWENTY: OUTSIDE THE DOOR
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: THE LAST CHANCE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: THROUGH THE NIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: THE BEST MAN
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: THE RIDE
***
An excerpt from the beginning of:
BY WAY OF INTRODUCTION
HER STORY
A hansom cab, somewhat woebegone in appearance, threaded its way in a curiously dejected manner through the heart of New York's East Side. A fine drizzle fell, through which the street lamps showed as through a mist; and, with the pavements slippery, the emaciated looking horse, the shafts jerking and lifting up at intervals around its ears, appeared hard put to it to preserve its footing. The cabman on his perch drove with his coat collar turned up and his chin on his breast. He held the reins listlessly, permitting the horse to choose its own gait. At times he lifted the little trap door in the roof of the cab and peered into the interior; occasionally his hand, tentatively, hesitantly, edged toward a bulge in his coat pocket--only to be drawn back again in a sort of panic haste.
The cab turned into a street where, in spite of the drizzle, hawkers with their push-carts under flaring, spitting gasoline banjoes were doing a thriving business. The horse went more slowly. There was very little room. With the push-carts lining the curbs on both sides, and the overflow of pedestrians from the sidewalks into the street, it was perhaps over-taxing the horse's instinct to steer a safe course for the vehicle it dragged behind it. Halfway along the block a wheel of the hansom bumped none too gently into one of the push-carts, nearly upsetting the latter. The hawker, with a frantic grab, saved his wares from disaster by an uncomfortably narrow margin, and, this done, hurled an impassioned flood of lurid oratory at the two-wheeler.
The cabman lifted his chin from his breast, stared stonily at the hawker, slapped the reins mechanically on the roof of the cab as an intimation to the horse to proceed, and the cab wended its way along again.
At the end of the block, it turned the corner, and drew up before a small building that was nested in between two tenements. The cabman climbed down from his perch, and stood for a moment surveying the three gilded balls that hung over the dingy doorway, and the lettering--"Paul Veniza. Pawnbroker"--that showed on the dully-lighted windows which confronted him.
He drew his hand across his eyes; then, reaching suddenly inside the cab, lifted a bundle in his arms, and entered the shop. A man behind the counter stared at him, and uttered a quick ejaculation. The cabman went on into a rear room. The man from behind the counter followed. In the rear room, a woman rose from a table where she had been sewing, and took the bundle quickly from the cabman's arms, as it emitted a querrulous little cry.
The cabman spoke for the first time.
"She's dead," he said heavily.
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| BN ID: | 2940012638922 |
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| Publisher: | Leila's Books |
| Publication date: | 02/11/2011 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
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