Bøger af George Manville Fenn

"Yes! What is it?" "Hist, boy! Jump up and dress." "Oh, it's you, father!" said the newly aroused sleeper, slipping out of bed-or, rather, off his bed, for the heat of an Eastern China night had made him dispense with bedclothes. He made a frantic dash at his trousers, feeling confused and strange in the darkness, and hardly knowing whether he was dreaming or awake, as he whispered: "Is anything the matter?"

"Then you're a villain!" "Nonsense, Mary; be reasonable." "Reasonable, Captain Armstrong! I am reasonable, and I am telling you the truth. You are a villain!" "Why, you foolish girl, what did you expect?" "That you would be an officer and a gentleman. Once more, is it true that you are going to be married to that lady?" "Well, you see-" "Answer me, sir." "Oh, well, then, yes, I suppose I am." "Then I repeat it, James Armstrong, you are a villain!" "What nonsense, you fierce-looking, handsome termagant! We have had our little pleasant chats and meetings, and now we'll say good-bye pleasantly. I can't help it. I have to marry; so you go and do the same, my dear, and I'll buy you a handsome wedding-dress." "You cowardly, cold-blooded villain!"

The close of a hot day on board Her Majesty's ship "Startler," whose engines kept up a regular pulsation as the screw-propeller churned the water astern into golden and orange foam. The dappled sky and the rippled sea were a blaze of colour; crimson, scarlet, burnished copper, orange chrome, dead, and flashing gold, -all were there, on cloud edge and wave slope, mingled with purples, and greens, and blues, as the sun slowly descended to his rest

The sun shone down hotly on the hill-side, and that hill was one of a range of smooth rolling downs that ought to have been called ups and downs, from the way they seemed to rise and fall like the sea on a fine calm day.

Ben Hayle, keeper, stepped out of his rose-covered cottage in Thoreby Wood; big, black-whiskered, dark-eyed and handsome, with the sun-tanned look of a sturdy Englishman, his brown velveteen coat and vest and tawny leggings setting off his stalwart form. As he cleared the porch, he half-turned and set down his carefully kept double-barrelled gun against the rough trellis-work; as, at the sound of his foot, there arose from a long, moss-covered, barn-like building, a tremendous barking and yelping.

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Early morning at Saltinville, with the tide down, and the calm sea shimmering like damasked and deadened silver in the sunshine. Here and there a lugger was ashore, delivering its take of iris-hued mackerel to cart and basket, as a busy throng stood round, some upon the sands, some knee-deep in water, and all eager to obtain a portion of the fresh fish that fetched so good a price amongst the visitors to the town.

"The Rosery Folk" from George Manville Fenn. English novelist, journalist, editor and educationalist (1831-1909).

"Do what, miss?" said Dally Watlock. "That! There, you did it again." "La, miss; I on'y thought my face might be a bit smudgy, and I wiped it." "Don't tell me a falsehood, Dally. I know what it means. You felt guilty, and your face burned." "La, miss; I don't know what you mean." "Then I'll tell you, Dally. You are growing too light and free, and your conduct is far from becoming, or what it should be for a maid-servant at the Rectory. If girls are so foolish they must not be surprised at young men-gentlemen-taking such liberties. Now go. And mind this: if it ever occurs again, I shall acquaint my brother." "Well, I couldn't help it, miss. I didn't ask Mr Tom Candlish to kiss me." "Silence! How dare you? Leave the room."

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"Take care, Mr Luke Vine, sir. There's a big one coming." The thin, little, sharp-featured, grey-haired man on a rock looked sharply round, saw the big one coming, stooped, picked up a large basket, and, fishing-rod in hand, stepped back and climbed up a few feet, just as a heavy swell, which seemed to glide along rapidly over the otherwise calm sea, heaved, flooded the rock on which he had been standing, ran right up so high as to bathe his feet, then sank back in a series of glittering falls which sparkled in the glorious sunshine: there was a hissing and sighing and sucking noise among the rocks, and the wave passed on along the rugged coast, leaving the sea calm and bright once more.

"Don't eat too much marmalade, Sydney dear. It may make you bilious." "Oh, no, auntie dear, I'll be careful." "You have a great deal of butter on your bread, dear?" "Yes, auntie; that's the beauty of it Miller says-" "Who is Miller, Syd dear?" "Our chemistry chap at Loamborough. He shows us how when you mix acids and alkalis together they form new combinations which go off in gas." "Indeed, dear! Your studies must be very interesting." "Oh, they are, auntie-awfly. That's how it is with the marmalade and the fresh butter-this is real fresh butter, isn't it?" "Of course, dear. Whatever did you think it was?" "Dab, aunt dear. Margarine. That wouldn't do, of course; but the marmalade's nearly all sugar-that's carbon-and the butters all carbon, too; and then there's a lot of acid in the oranges, and it all combines, and one kills the other and does you good. It never hurts me. Shall I give you some game pie, auntie?"

"Hi! Val! Come, quick!" "What's the matter?" I said excitedly, for my brother Bob came tearing down to the enclosure, sending the long-legged young ostriches scampering away towards the other side; and I knew directly that something unusual must be on the way, or, after the warnings he had received about not startling the wild young coveys, he would not have dashed up like that. "I dunno. Father sent me to fetch you while he got the guns ready. He said something about mounted men on the other side of the kopje, so it can't be Kaffirs. I say, do back me up, Val, and get father to let me have a gun."

Two rooks flew over the Cathedral Close, and as they neared the old square Norman tower they cawed in a sneering way. That was enough. Out like magic came the jackdaws from hole and corner-snapping, snarling, and barking birdily-to join in a hue and cry as they formed a pack to drive away the bucolic intruders who dared to invade the precincts sacred to daws from the beginning of architectural time; and this task over, they returned to sit on corbel, leaden spout, crevice, and ledge, to erect the feathers of their powdered heads and make remarks to one another, till the chimes rang out and the big bell boomed the hour.

"Just look at him, Dick. Be quiet; don't speak." "Oh, the dirty sunburnt little varmint! I'd like the job o' washing him." "If you say another word, Dinny, I'll give you a crack with your own stick." "An' is it meself would belave you'd hurt your own man Dinny wid a shtick, Masther Jack? Why ye wouldn't knock a fly off me." "Then be quiet. I want to see what he's going to do." "Shure an' it's one of the masther's owld boots I threw away wid me own hands this morning, because it hadn't a bit more wear in it. An' look at the dirty unclane monkey now." "He'll hear you directly, Dinny, and I want to see what he's going to do. Hold your tongue." "Shure an' ye ask me so politely, Masther Jack, that it's obliged to be silent I am." "Pa was quite right when he said you had got too long a tongue." "Who said so, Masther Jack?" "Pa-papa!"

"Hi!" No answer. "Hi! Dyke!" The lad addressed did not turn his head, but walked straight on, with the dwarf karroo bushes crackling and snapping under his feet, while at each call he gave an angry kick out, sending the dry red sand flying. He was making for the kopje or head of bald granite which rose high out of the level plain-where, save in patches, there was hardly a tree to be seen-for amongst these piled-up masses of glittering stone, lay deep moist crevices in which were shade and trickling water, the great blessings of a dry and thirsty desert.

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Mark jumped up. "You there, father! I did not hear you come in." Doctor Robertson, tutor, half rose from his seat by the glowing library fire. "No, my boy, and I did not hear you come in." "Why, uncle, you have been sitting there listening!" cried Dean. "To be sure I have. How could I help it, sir? I came in tired, and thought I would have a nap in my own chair till it was time to change for dinner, and you woke me up out of a pleasant dream which somehow shaped itself into climbing with an ice axe and nearly losing it. It was some time before I could make out whether I was really awake or dreaming still, and I lay listening and getting more and more interested in what the doctor described to you two stupid boys." "Oh, father, you shouldn't have listened!" said Mark. "What, sir!" cried Sir James Roche hotly. "And pray why shouldn't I have listened?" "Because-because-"

"You, Tom Jones, let that pot-lid alone." It was a big brown-faced woman who said that crossly, and a big rough-looking bugler, in the uniform of the 200th Fusiliers, with belts, buttons and facings looking very clean and bright, but the scarlet cloth ragged and stained from the rain and mud, and sleeping in it anywhere, often without shelter, who dropped the lid as if it were hot and shut in the steam once more, as the iron pot bubbled away where it hung from three sticks, over a wood fire.

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Original Penny Readings: A Series Of Short Sketches is a collection of short stories written by George Manville Fenn and originally published in 1867. The book contains a series of entertaining and engaging sketches, each designed to be read aloud in a public setting. The stories cover a range of topics, from humorous anecdotes to thrilling adventures, and are written in a lively and engaging style that is sure to captivate readers of all ages. Fenn's writing is characterized by his vivid descriptions and his ability to create memorable characters that readers will come to love. Whether you are looking for a quick read to pass the time or a collection of stories to share with friends and family, Original Penny Readings is a delightful and entertaining book that is sure to please.Includes Christmas Penny Readings.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.