Publisher's Synopsis
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. 1893 edition. Excerpt: ...the Resident harshly. "What are you crying for?--a great hulking fellow like you crying!" "I'm going to a place where I've no friends, no ac--ao--acquaintances, no ho--0--0--me," moaned Joseph. Mr. Magnus waved his hand majestically. "Dismiss all such craven repinings. I shall entrust you with a letter to Mrs. Magnus, to whom you are at liberty to pay your respects at her house in Kensington. I will write the letter now." And wheeling his chair to the table, he wrote as follows: --"dear Marian, "The bearer is Joseph Manuel, the son of the honorary surgeon in charge of our dispensary--a very worthy old Eurasian whom I have known for many years. The lad is beginning his studies for the Medical Department; he is a boor, an idler, and a fool. In England he will be as helpless as a sick monkey. Show him a little attention, and, if you and the girls can stand him, have him up now and then to Sunday tea. "Your affectionate husband, "Lemuel Magnus." Sealing the envelope with the Magnus peacock, he rose and handed the missive to the young IndoBriton, who received it with due servility. "Here is the letter," said Mr. Magnus, " and now farewell to you," and he extended two fingers. Joseph clasped the proffered digits with fervid deference, and placing the precious document in his pocket, slunk home along the dusty pathway under the shade of the Persian trees like a man in a dream. On turning the corner at the end of the broad avenue leading from the Residency, Joseph's ear caught the rattle of rapidly approaching wheels and hoofs. Recognizing in the sound the advent of a familiar but nevertheless keenly-favoured pageant, he ascended a heap of stones by the wayside in order the...
