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The Story Of A New York House (1887)
by Henry C Bunner
Binding: Paperback, 176 pages
Publisher: Kessinger Publishing, LLC
Weight: 0.59 pound
Dimension: H: 0.75 x L: 9 x W: 0.5 inches
ISBN 10: 0548673896
ISBN 13: 9780548673898
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: II. WHEN young Jacob Dolph came down to breakfast the next morning he found his father waiting for him in the breakfast room. The meal was upon the table. Old Chloe stood with her black hands folded upon her white apron, and her pathetic negro eyes following the old gentleman as he moved wistfully about the room. Father and son shook hands in silence, and turned to the table. There were three chairs in their accustomed places. They hesitated a half second, looking at the third great armchair, as though they waited for the mistress of the house to take her place. Then they sat down. It was six years before any one took that third chair, but every rnorning Jacob Dolph the elder made tht little pause before he put himself at the foot of the table. On this first morning there v,Vas very little said and very little eaten. B;ut when they had made an end of sitting at. the table old Jacob Dolph said, with something almost like testiness in his husky voice: ' Jacob, I want to sell the house.' ' Father!' 'The old house, I mean; I shall never go back there.' His son looked at him with a further inquiry. He felt a sudden new apprehension. The father sat back in his easy chair, drumming on the arms with nervous fingers. ' I shall never go back there,' he said again. ' Of course you know best, sir,' said young Jacob, gently; ' but would it be well to be precipitate ? It is possible that you may feel differently some time ' ' There is no ' some time' for me ! ' broke in the old man, gripping the chair arms, fiercely; ' my time's done done, sir ! ' Then his voice broke and became plaintively kind. 'There, there! Forgive me, Jacob, boy. But it's true, my boy, true. The world's done, for me; but there's a world ahead for you, my son, thank God! I'll be pat...

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