Unmarked6698
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
As a quick step sounded outside, she lowered herself slowly to a high-backed chair and waited, hands locked closely upon her lap. "Papa will not thank me for making a noise." "Look ye," he cried, holding it aloft. "The fairies' magic arrer, ut is, an' ut niver fails t' fall on the spot where the treasure lies hidden. Foind Scroggie's buried money ut would have long ago if ut wasn't fer the ould man's spirrut that roams the grove. As I told ye afore, ut's no charm ag'in the spirruts av the departed, as yon grave-yard rabbit's fut is.".
453 people found this
review helpful
kez_ h (Kez_h)
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
I had about decided to burn this book, because I shan't need it any longer, for he says he and Billy and I are going to play so much golf and tennis that I shall keep as thin as he wants me to without any more melting, or freezing, or starving, but perhaps he would like to read the little red book.I tried logging in using my phone number and I
was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
"'He or she,'" repeated Jen, slowly. "Dido I mentioned; but 'he!' who is 'he?'"
658 people found this
review helpful
Conrad
"Then come clean, Jacobs. Now then, what's your game?" "That's the boys," Billy told himself. "I've gotta move fast." "Teacher," he said. "She's gotta be told about this. You know how she always hoped——" When she had drunk her full of the fine wide scene of sea and sky and milk-bright schooner in the midst, with never a break the clear horizon round save the Louisa Ann that was fast fading, Lucy went below, followed by her father, who kissed her again and again in a transport of delight at having recovered her, and in being able once more to hold his adored child to his heart, and before she entered her berth to lie down and rest, he said to her: "I am so overjoyed, my darling, in having recovered you that I take no interest in the Minorca. Mr Lawrence may do with her what he pleases—I have you.".
298 people found this
review helpful