Publisher's Synopsis
Ce livre historique peut contenir de nombreuses coquilles et du texte manquant. Les acheteurs peuvent generalement telecharger une copie gratuite scannee du livre original (sans les coquilles) aupres de l'editeur. Non reference. Non illustre. 1893 edition. Extrait: ...the intelligent reader will probably have gathered the fact that we did not sleep well. "It isn't the little bit they ates I begridges them," quoted my cousin, as in one of the long watches of the night she wearily lit her candle for the nineteenth time, "but 'tis the continial thramplin' they keeps up." Even when the greater part of these foes was either gorged or slain, the sleep that hummed its mellow harmonies in the loft over our heads held far from us, tossing and stifling among feathers and flock pillows. It must have been about two a.m., and I had just, by various strategies, induced myself to go to sleep, when I was once more awakened, this time by a convulsive clutch of my arm. "Don't stir!" whispered my second cousin, in a voice so low that it felt like one of my own dreams, "but listen!" A stealthy sound, as of a slow, barefooted advance, crept to us, buried though we were in the perfumed depths of the flock pillows. "Whatever it is, it came out from under the bed," breathed my cousin, "and it has gone twice round the room--looking for our money, I expect!" The steps ceased for a moment, then there came a sound as of a little rush towards the bed, and in an instant something with loud flappings and rustlings had descended upon us, and rested heavily, with hollow cacklings of contentment, upon our buried forms (for I suppose I need hardly state that we had both bolted under the bedclothes). "I believe it's only the goose after all!" I said, as soon as I was sufficiently recovered to speak. "Only the goose!" returned my second cousin, with concentrated fury; " I don't see much to be grateful for in that. And how do you know it isn't the gander? I'm simply stifling here, but I..."
