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Title: The Convert
Author: Elizabeth Robins
Release Date: August 24, 2008 [eBook #26420]
Language: English
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THE CONVERT
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THE CONVERT
by
ELIZABETH ROBINS
Author of "A Dark Lantern," "The Magnetic North," Etc.
New York
The MacMillan Company
1913
All rights reserved
Copyright, 1907, by the MacMillan Company.
Set up and electrotyped. Published October, 1907. Reprinted
March, 1910; March, 1912; August, 1913.
Norwood Press
J. S. Cushing Co.--Berwick & Smith Co.
Norwood, Mass., U.S.A.
THE CONVERT
CHAPTER I
The tall young lady who arrived fifteen minutes before the Freddy
Tunbridges' dinner-hour, was not taken into the great empty
drawing-room, but, as though she were not to be of the party expected
that night, straight upstairs she went behind the footman, and then up
more stairs behind a maid. The smart, white-capped domestic paused, and
her floating muslin streamers cut short their aerial gyrations subsiding
against her straight black back as she knocked at the night-nursery
door. It was opened by a middle-aged head nurse of impressive demeanour.
She stood there an instant eyeing the intruder with the kind of
overbearing hauteur that in these days does duty as the peculiar
hall-mark of the upper servant, being seldom encountered in England
among even the older generation of the so-called governing class.
'It's too late to see the baby, miss. He's asleep.'
'Yes, I know; but the others are expecting me, aren't they?'
Question hardly necessary, perhaps, with the air full of cries from
beyond the screen: 'Yes, yes.' '
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