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Debts Of Honor; Tr. From The Hungarian By A. B. Yolland

by M?³r J?³kai
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  • Publisher: General Books LLC
  • Publishing date: 20091224
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-13: 9781150798597
  • ISBN: 1150798599


General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1900 Original Publisher: Doubleday, Page Subjects: Fiction / General Fiction / Classics Fiction / Literary Literary Criticism / General Literary Criticism / European / English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: CHAPTER III MY RIGHT HONORABLE UNCLE We were invited to dine with the Privy Councillor Balnokhazy, at whose house my brother was to take up his residence. He was some very distant relation of ours; however, he received a payment for Lorand's board, seven hundred florins, a nice sum of money in those days. My pride was the greatest that my brother was living in a privy councillor's house, and, if my school-fellows asked me where I lived, I never omitted to mention the fact that " my brother was living with Balnokhazy, P. C," while I myself had taken up my abode merely with a baker. Baker Fromm was indeed very sorry that we were not dining " at home." At least they might have left me alone there. That he did not turn to stone as he uttered these words was not my fault; at least I fixed upon him such basilisk eyes as I was capable of. What an idea! To refuse a dinner with my P. C. uncle for his sake! Grandmother, too, discovered that I also must be presented there. We ordered a carriage for 1130; of course we could not with decency go to the P. C.'s on foot. Grandmother fastened my embroidered shirt under my waistcoat, and I was vain enough to allow the little punose to arrange my tie. She really could make pretty bows, I thought. As I gazed at myself in the looking-glass, I found that I should be a handsome boy when I had put on my silver-buttoned attila. And if only my hairwas curled! Still I was compl...

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