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Son Philip (Paperback) (2017)
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ISBN: 9781548395933 bzw. 1548395935, in Englisch, On Demand Publishing, LLC-Create Space, Taschenbuch, neu, Nachdruck.
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Language: English . Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. Their Boy. Well, why not be a soldier? Philip Hexton shook his head. No, father. There s something very brave in a soldier s career; but I should like to save life, not destroy it. You would save life in times of trouble; fight for your country, and that sort of thing. No, father; I shall not be a soldier. A sailor, then? I have not sufficient love of adventure, father. Oh no, my boy, don t be a sailor, said Mrs Hexton piteously. I have had sufferings enough over your father s risks in the mine. No, no, Phil; you must not be a sailor, said sturdy, grey-haired old Hexton, laughing. I should never get a wink of sleep if you did. Every time the wind blew your mother would be waking me up to ask me if I didn t think you were wrecked. No, dear; I shall not be a sailor, said Philip Hexton; and leaving his chair at the breakfast table he went round to his mother s side, sank down on one knee, passed his arm around her, and drew her to his broad breast. It was a pleasant sight to see the look of pride come into the mother s face, as she laid one hand upon her son s shoulder, and pressed a few loose strands of hair away from his thoughtful forehead, which wrinkled slightly, and there was a look of anxiety in his face as he looked tenderly at the loving woman. That s right, Phil dear, she said; don t choose any life that is full of risks. Don t try to make a milksop of him, mother, said Mr Hexton, laughing. Why, one would think Phil was ten years old, instead of twenty. I say, my boy, had she aired your night-cap for you last night, and warmed the bed? Well, I must confess to the warm bed, father, said the young man. A night-cap I never wear. I thought so, said Mr Hexton, chuckling. You must not stop at home, Phil. She ll want you to have camomile tea three times a week. You may joke as much as you like, Hexton, said his wife, bridling, but no one shall ever say that I put anybody into a damp bed; and as for the camomile tea, many a time has it given you health when you have been ailing. Why, you don t think I ever took any of the stuff you left out for me, do you? Of course, dear. Never took a glass of it, said Old Hexton, chuckling. Threw it all out of the window. Then it was a great shame, said Mrs Hexton angrily, and a very bad example to set to your son. Never mind, Phil; don t you take it, chuckled Mr Hexton. Then becoming serious he went on: Well, there s no hurry, my boy; only now that you are back from Germany, and can talk High Dutch and Low Dutch, and French, and all the rest of it, why it is getting time to settle what you are to do. I could allow you so much a year, and let you be a gentleman, with nothing to do, if I liked; but I don t hold with a young fellow going through life and being of no use-only a tailor s dummy to wear fine clothes. Oh no, father; I mean to take to a business life, said Philip Hexton quickly.
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Language: English . Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. Their Boy. Well, why not be a soldier? Philip Hexton shook his head. No, father. There s something very brave in a soldier s career; but I should like to save life, not destroy it. You would save life in times of trouble; fight for your country, and that sort of thing. No, father; I shall not be a soldier. A sailor, then? I have not sufficient love of adventure, father. Oh no, my boy, don t be a sailor, said Mrs Hexton piteously. I have had sufferings enough over your father s risks in the mine. No, no, Phil; you must not be a sailor, said sturdy, grey-haired old Hexton, laughing. I should never get a wink of sleep if you did. Every time the wind blew your mother would be waking me up to ask me if I didn t think you were wrecked. No, dear; I shall not be a sailor, said Philip Hexton; and leaving his chair at the breakfast table he went round to his mother s side, sank down on one knee, passed his arm around her, and drew her to his broad breast. It was a pleasant sight to see the look of pride come into the mother s face, as she laid one hand upon her son s shoulder, and pressed a few loose strands of hair away from his thoughtful forehead, which wrinkled slightly, and there was a look of anxiety in his face as he looked tenderly at the loving woman. That s right, Phil dear, she said; don t choose any life that is full of risks. Don t try to make a milksop of him, mother, said Mr Hexton, laughing. Why, one would think Phil was ten years old, instead of twenty. I say, my boy, had she aired your night-cap for you last night, and warmed the bed? Well, I must confess to the warm bed, father, said the young man. A night-cap I never wear. I thought so, said Mr Hexton, chuckling. You must not stop at home, Phil. She ll want you to have camomile tea three times a week. You may joke as much as you like, Hexton, said his wife, bridling, but no one shall ever say that I put anybody into a damp bed; and as for the camomile tea, many a time has it given you health when you have been ailing. Why, you don t think I ever took any of the stuff you left out for me, do you? Of course, dear. Never took a glass of it, said Old Hexton, chuckling. Threw it all out of the window. Then it was a great shame, said Mrs Hexton angrily, and a very bad example to set to your son. Never mind, Phil; don t you take it, chuckled Mr Hexton. Then becoming serious he went on: Well, there s no hurry, my boy; only now that you are back from Germany, and can talk High Dutch and Low Dutch, and French, and all the rest of it, why it is getting time to settle what you are to do. I could allow you so much a year, and let you be a gentleman, with nothing to do, if I liked; but I don t hold with a young fellow going through life and being of no use-only a tailor s dummy to wear fine clothes. Oh no, father; I mean to take to a business life, said Philip Hexton quickly.
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Their Boy. “Well, why not be a soldier?” Philip Hexton shook his head. “No, father. There’s something very brave in a soldier’s career; but I should like to save life, not destroy it.” “You would save life in times of trouble; fight for your country, and that sort of thing.” “No, father; I shall not be a soldier.” “A sailor, then?” “I have not sufficient love of adventure, father.” “Oh no, my boy, don’t be a sailor,” said Mrs Hexton piteously. “I have had sufferings enough over your father’s risks in the mine.” “No, no, Phil; you must not be a sailor,” said sturdy, grey-haired old Hexton, laughing. “I should never get a wink of sleep if you did. Every time the wind blew your mother would be waking me up to ask me if I didn’t think you were wrecked.” “No, dear; I shall not be a sailor,” said Philip Hexton; and leaving his chair at the breakfast table he went round to his mother’s side, sank down on one knee, passed his arm around her, and drew her to his broad breast. It was a pleasant sight to see the look of pride come into the mother’s face, as she laid one hand upon her son’s shoulder, and pressed a few loose strands of hair away from his thoughtful forehead, which wrinkled slightly, and there was a look of anxiety in his face as he looked tenderly at the loving woman. “That’s right, Phil dear,” she said; “don’t choose any life that is full of risks.” “Don’t try to make a milksop of him, mother,” said Mr Hexton, laughing. “Why, one would think Phil was ten years old, instead of twenty. I say, my boy, had she aired your night-cap for you last night, and warmed the bed?” “Well, I must confess to the warm bed, father,” said the young man. “A night-cap I never wear.” “I thought so,” said Mr Hexton, chuckling. “You must not stop at home, Phil. She’ll want you to have camomile tea three times a week.” “You may joke as much as you like, Hexton,” said his wife, bridling, “but no one shall ever say that I put anybody into a damp bed; and as for the camomile tea, many a time has it given you health when you have been ailing.” “Why, you don’t think I ever took any of the stuff you left out for me, do you?” “Of course, dear.” “Never took a glass of it,” said Old Hexton, chuckling. “Threw it all out of the window.” “Then it was a great shame,” said Mrs Hexton angrily, “and a very bad example to set to your son.” “Never mind, Phil; don’t you take it,” chuckled Mr Hexton. Then becoming serious he went on: “Well, there’s no hurry, my boy; only now that you are back from Germany, and can talk High Dutch and Low Dutch, and French, and all the rest of it, why it is getting time to settle what you are to do. I could allow you so much a year, and let you be a gentleman, with nothing to do, if I liked; but I don’t hold with a young fellow going through life and being of no use—only a tailor’s dummy to wear fine clothes.” “Oh no, father; I mean to take to a business life,” said Philip Hexton quickly.... Paperback, Label: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, Product group: Book, Published: 2017-06-28, Studio: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform.
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Their Boy. “Well, why not be a soldier?” Philip Hexton shook his head. “No, father. There’s something very brave in a soldier’s career; but I should like to save life, not destroy it.” “You would save life in times of trouble; fight for your country, and that sort of thing.” “No, father; I shall not be a soldier.” “A sailor, then?” “I have not sufficient love of adventure, father.” “Oh no, my boy, don’t be a sailor,” said Mrs Hexton piteously. “I have had sufferings enough over your father’s risks in the mine.” “No, no, Phil; you must not be a sailor,” said sturdy, grey-haired old Hexton, laughing. “I should never get a wink of sleep if you did. Every time the wind blew your mother would be waking me up to ask me if I didn’t think you were wrecked.” “No, dear; I shall not be a sailor,” said Philip Hexton; and leaving his chair at the breakfast table he went round to his mother’s side, sank down on one knee, passed his arm around her, and drew her to his broad breast. It was a pleasant sight to see the look of pride come into the mother’s face, as she laid one hand upon her son’s shoulder, and pressed a few loose strands of hair away from his thoughtful forehead, which wrinkled slightly, and there was a look of anxiety in his face as he looked tenderly at the loving woman. “That’s right, Phil dear,” she said; “don’t choose any life that is full of risks.” “Don’t try to make a milksop of him, mother,” said Mr Hexton, laughing. “Why, one would think Phil was ten years old, instead of twenty. I say, my boy, had she aired your night-cap for you last night, and warmed the bed?” “Well, I must confess to the warm bed, father,” said the young man. “A night-cap I never wear.” “I thought so,” said Mr Hexton, chuckling. “You must not stop at home, Phil. She’ll want you to have camomile tea three times a week.” “You may joke as much as you like, Hexton,” said his wife, bridling, “but no one shall ever say that I put anybody into a damp bed; and as for the camomile tea, many a time has it given you health when you have been ailing.” “Why, you don’t think I ever took any of the stuff you left out for me, do you?” “Of course, dear.” “Never took a glass of it,” said Old Hexton, chuckling. “Threw it all out of the window.” “Then it was a great shame,” said Mrs Hexton angrily, “and a very bad example to set to your son.” “Never mind, Phil; don’t you take it,” chuckled Mr Hexton. Then becoming serious he went on: “Well, there’s no hurry, my boy; only now that you are back from Germany, and can talk High Dutch and Low Dutch, and French, and all the rest of it, why it is getting time to settle what you are to do. I could allow you so much a year, and let you be a gentleman, with nothing to do, if I liked; but I don’t hold with a young fellow going through life and being of no use—only a tailor’s dummy to wear fine clothes.” “Oh no, father; I mean to take to a business life,” said Philip Hexton quickly.... Paperback, Label: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, Product group: Book, Published: 2017-06-28, Studio: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform.
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ISBN: 9781548395933 bzw. 1548395935, in Englisch, neu, Nachdruck.
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George Manville Fenn (1831-1909) was a British writer. He worked as a teacher in Lincolnshire, until he became printer, editor and publisher of various magazines. He had eight children with his wife Susanna Leake, whom he had married in 1855. Most of his works are adventure stories for young readers, featuring Explorers, Smugglers, young Adventurers and Seamen. His adult novels offer critical social commentary on Victorian England, especially reconsidering economic questions. His works include: Hollowdell Grange (1866), Featherland (1866), Christmas Penny Readings (1867), The Blue Dragoons (1875), A Little World (1877), Begumbagh (1879), Bunyip Land (1880), My Patients (1883), The Golden Magnet (1884), The Chaplain's Craze (1886), Quicksilver (1888), Lady Maude's Mania (1890), The Weathercock (1892), Real Gold (1894), The Queen's Scarlet (1895), The Black Tor (1896), A Woman Worth Winning (1898), Draw Swords! (1898), A Crimson Crime (1899), The King's Sons (1900), Fitz the Filibuster (1903) and others.
George Manville Fenn (1831-1909) was a British writer. He worked as a teacher in Lincolnshire, until he became printer, editor and publisher of various magazines. He had eight children with his wife Susanna Leake, whom he had married in 1855. Most of his works are adventure stories for young readers, featuring Explorers, Smugglers, young Adventurers and Seamen. His adult novels offer critical social commentary on Victorian England, especially reconsidering economic questions. His works include: Hollowdell Grange (1866), Featherland (1866), Christmas Penny Readings (1867), The Blue Dragoons (1875), A Little World (1877), Begumbagh (1879), Bunyip Land (1880), My Patients (1883), The Golden Magnet (1884), The Chaplain's Craze (1886), Quicksilver (1888), Lady Maude's Mania (1890), The Weathercock (1892), Real Gold (1894), The Queen's Scarlet (1895), The Black Tor (1896), A Woman Worth Winning (1898), Draw Swords! (1898), A Crimson Crime (1899), The King's Sons (1900), Fitz the Filibuster (1903) and others.
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