. Lavori completi. Con illus. Dall'autore e note introduttive che raccontano la storia delle varie opere di Horace E. Scudder . Ridge, che uomo perfetto dolce ! Le Bayneses erano appena venuti. Per che wasMiss Baynes danza disimpegnato? Come sempre piacciono !piange Charlotte, che, in realtà, ha chiamato Hely il suo piccolo danzante-padrone, e non ha mai pensato a lui tranne come un partner.Oh, troppa felicità! OH, che questo potrebbe durare per sempre! Sospirò Hely, dopo un valzer, polka, mazurka, ho conosciuto Avhat, e fissando su Charlotte la piena beatosità di occhi blu hisbeauteous. Per sempre? Grida Charlotte, l

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. Complete works. With illus. by the author and introductory notes setting forth the history of the several works by Horace E. Scudder . ridge, what a perfect gentle-man ! The Bayneses were just come. For what dance wasMiss Baynes disengaged ? As many as ever you like !cries Charlotte, who, in fact, called Hely her little dancing-master, and never thought of him except as a partner.Oh, too much happiness! Oh, that this could last for-ever ! sighed Hely, after a waltz, polka, mazurka, I knownot Avhat, and fixing on Charlotte the full blaze of hisbeauteous blue eyes. Forever ? cries Charlotte, laugh-ing. Im very fond of dancing, indeed; and you dancebeautifully; but I dont know that I should like to danceforever. Ere the words are over, he is whirling her roundthe room again. His little feet fly with surprising agility.His hair floats behind him. He scatters odors as he spins.The handkerchief with which he fans his pale brow is likea cloudy film of muslin — and poor old Philip sees withterror that liis pocket-handkerchief has got three greatholes in it. His nose and one eye appeared through one THE ADVENTURES OF PHILIP. of the holes while Phil was wiping his forehead. It wasvery hot. He was very hot. He was hotter though stand-ing still, than young Hely who was dancing. He ! he ! Icompliment you on yoiir gloves, and your handkerchief, Imsure/ sniggers Mrs. Baynes, with a toss of her turban. ON HIS WAY THROUGH THE WORLD. 9 Has it not beon said tliat the bull is a strong, courageous, and noble animal, but a bidl in a cliina-sliop is not in hisplace ? There you go. Thank you! I wish youd gosomewhere else, cries Mrs. Baynos, in a fury. PoorPhilips foot has just gone through her flounce. How redis he ! how much hotter than ever ! There go Hely andCharlotte, whirling round like two opera-dancers ! Philipgrinds his teeth, he buttons his coat across his chest. Howvery tight it feels! How savagely his eyes glare ! iJoyoung men still look savage and solemn at balls ? An in-gen

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