Bøger af George Manville Fenn

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George Manville Fenn was a prolific English novelist, journalist, editor and educationalist. Many of his novels were written for young adults. His final book was a biography of his fellow writer for juveniles, George Alfred Henty. Fenn, the third child and eldest son of a butler, Charles Fenn, was largely self-educated, teaching himself French, German and Italian. After studying at Battersea Training College for Teachers (1851-1854), he became the master of a national school at Alford, Lincolnshire.

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Seven o'clock in the morning, and chee-op-chee-op-chee-op-chirrup-pee-yew-a splendid thrush waking the echoes with his loud notes; the blackbirds down in the copse whistling a soft love-song to their silent mates, waiting in their cup-like nests for the first chip of the blotched eggs; Coelebs, the chaffinch, pouring down tinkling strains from the pink-blossomed apple-trees; while the larks high above the young corn and clover, twittered their joyous hymn in rivalling accord to the May-morning sun. The dew lay heavy and cold upon the tawny, sweet-scented wallflowers, and the freshness of feeling in the shade whispered that the silvery whiteness of their hues was not far removed from frost.

Hollowdell Grange: Or Holiday Hours In A Country Home is a novel written by George Manville Fenn. The book tells the story of a family who spends their summer vacation in a country home called Hollowdell Grange. The family consists of a father, mother, and their three children. The novel follows their adventures and experiences as they explore the countryside, meet new people, and encounter various challenges.The family's stay at Hollowdell Grange is filled with excitement and adventure, as they engage in activities such as fishing, boating, and horseback riding. They also meet a variety of interesting characters, including a mysterious stranger who seems to be hiding a secret.As the story progresses, the family faces several challenges, including a fire that breaks out on the property and the discovery of a hidden treasure. Through it all, they learn valuable lessons about family, friendship, and the importance of perseverance.Hollowdell Grange: Or Holiday Hours In A Country Home is a charming and heartwarming novel that will appeal to readers of all ages. With its vivid descriptions of the countryside and engaging characters, it is a delightful read that will transport readers to a simpler time and place.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.

"Dicky, dear boy, it's my impression that we shall see no blackbird's cage to-day." "And it's my impression, Frank Murray, that if you call me Dicky again I shall punch your head." "Poor fellow! Liver, decidedly," said the first speaker, in a mock sympathetic tone. "Look here, old chap, if I were you, I'd go and ask Jones to give me a blue pill, to be followed eight hours later by one of his delicious liqueurs, all syrup of senna."

I always felt as if I should like to punch that boy's head, and then directly after I used to feel as if I shouldn't care to touch him, because he looked so dirty and ragged. It was not dirty dirt, if you know what I mean by that, but dirt that he gathered up in his work-bits of hay and straw, and dust off a shed floor; mud over his boots and on his toes, for you could see that the big boots he wore seemed to be like a kind of coarse rough shell with a great open mouth in front, and his toes used to seem as if they lived in there as hermit-crabs do in whelk shells. They used to play about in there and waggle this side and that side when he was standing still looking at you; and I used to think that some day they would come a little way out and wait for prey like the different molluscs I had read about in my books.

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"Con-found those organs!" said the Earl of Barmouth. "And frustrate their grinders," cried Viscount Diphoos. "They are such a nuisance, my boy." "True, oh sire," replied the viscount, who had the heels of his patent leather shoes on the library chimney-piece of the town mansion in Portland Place. He had reached that spot with difficulty, and was smoking a cigar, to calm his nerves for what he called the operation.

Dutch The Diver: Or A Man's Mistake is a novel written by George Manville Fenn and first published in 1883. The story is set in the Netherlands and follows the life of a young man named Harry Baynton, who is a skilled diver. Harry is hired by a wealthy Dutch merchant named Van Heldre to retrieve a valuable cargo from a sunken ship. However, things take a turn for the worse when Harry discovers that the cargo he has been hired to retrieve is actually illegal contraband. Harry is faced with a difficult decision - should he continue with the job and risk his life and reputation, or should he back out and face the consequences of disappointing his employer? The novel explores themes of morality, loyalty, and the consequences of one's actions. It is a gripping tale of adventure and suspense, and a fascinating glimpse into life in the Netherlands in the late 19th century.This Book Is In English.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.

"Bother the old fish!" "Yes; they won't bite." "It's no good, Perry; they are having their siesta. Let's get in the shade and have one too." "What! in the middle of the day-go to sleep? No, thank you. I'm not a foreigner." "More am I; but you come and live out here for a bit, and you'll be ready enough to do as the Romans-I mean the Spaniards-do." "Not I, Cyril, and I don't believe fish do go to sleep." "What? Why, I've seen them lie in shoals here, perfectly still; basking in the hot sunshine, fast asleep." "With their eyes shut?"

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Witness to the Deed is a novel by British author George Manville Fenn, first published in 1893. The story is set in the late 19th century and follows the life of young lawyer, Frank Randell. After the sudden death of his father, Frank inherits a large sum of money and decides to leave his job and travel to Europe. While abroad, he becomes embroiled in a complex legal case involving a disputed will and a missing witness. As Frank delves deeper into the case, he uncovers a web of deceit and corruption that threatens to destroy the lives of those involved. Along the way, he falls in love with a beautiful young woman, but their relationship is complicated by the legal case and the secrets that are revealed. Witness to the Deed is a thrilling tale of mystery, intrigue, and romance, and a testament to Fenn's skill as a storyteller.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.

Trrt-trrt-trrt. Just that little sound, as the sticks flirted with the drumheads to keep the men in step; for Her Majesty's 404th Fusiliers were marching "easy." So it was called; and it meant with the men smoking, and carrying their rifles as they pleased-shouldered, at the trail, slung muzzle up or muzzle down. But, all the same, it was a miserable fiction to call it marching easy, for it was impossible to make that march anything but hard. Why? Because of the road.

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The Golden Magnet By George Manville Fenn

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It was such a fine hot Midsummer day at Hollowdell station, that the porter had grown tired of teasing the truck-driver's dog, and fallen fast asleep-an example which the dog had tried to follow, but could not, because there was only one shady spot within the station-gates, and that had been taken possession of by the porter; so the poor dog had tried first one place, and then another, but they were all so hot and stifling, and the flies kept buzzing about him so teasingly, that he grew quite cross, and barked and snapped so at the tiresome insects, that at last he woke Jem Barnes, the porter, who got up, stretched himself, yawned very rudely and loudly, and then, looking in at the station-clock, he saw that the 2:30 train from London was nearly due, so he made up his mind not to go to sleep again until it had passed.