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Excerpt from Nearly a Tragedy: A Comedy in Five Acts Scene I. - The White Hart, a country inn near London. Mike, polishing a pewter tankard at the door. Capon and Dick Whiting seated in the open air at a table close by, each in the act of finishing a mug of ale. Dick. (Laying down his empty flagon.) I tell ee what, Master Capon, that there ale is as good as ever was brewed in Kent; and I only wish as that young gen'leman as teaches at the Grange yonder could be made to taste a little on't now and then, as it would bring the color to his cheek a bit. Capon. (Placing his empty pot on the table also.) True, lad, it is good ale; but when did you ever taste anything else at the White Hart, where I have lived, man and boy, upward of sixty year, and that I have kept for full forty? And as for Mr. Travers you speak on, I will say he's a proper gen'leman, and a bravish one, too; for I seed'n myself leap over the wall out of the wood, when Brown Bess was a runnin' away with Miss Alice, and whip the sweet creetur out of the saddle, as if she was only a baby, instead of a blessed angel of twenty, as she is. Mike. Divil resaive the word of lie in that, Dick; for I was down there myself jest as she came out of a faint in his arms. And let me tell you, dear, that bright as that pot is (holding it out admiringly), it's only a blacky-moor to the blaze of her eyes when she looked up in his face and began to thank him. Dick. I know some un as would get his back up at that, Mike, if he heerd on't. Mike. (Contemptuously.) Sir Riginald! Is it that miserable crayt-shure you mane, that, wid all his airs, looks like a hap'orth of soap afther a hard day's washin'? Be me sowkins, I hope she'll never throw herself away on him, anyway! Capon. Yes, Mike, that's all very well; but you know he has got the Hermitage, and every acre belongin' to it, into his clutches in some way or other! About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
The author, a former government agent, and other former government agents, detail the pattern of lies by White House politicians to support the invasion of Iraq, the massive cover-ups of the lies by U.S. politicians and most of the U.S. media, and the dire consequences of these wrongful acts.
At times it had seemed so irrational to me to endure this seven years of misery just to end it all the day it was up. Of course it was no more irrational than what Carol did. But she had her reasons and I had mine. The thought of that unhappy spirit wandering around wherever all that takes place had filled me every night of the past seven years with guilt and remorse. That was why I was doing it. mainly. While putting myself beyond the reach of the law, at least that's what they'd told us on Superman, I was also atoning in front of Carol for the way I'd treated her at the end. Every day I spoke to her about it. Every day I'd renewed my pledge to meet her. Every day she had the chance to see me suffer for what I'd done to her. At least now I felt I had purged myself of my guilt in her eyes.
German fascism unleashed the genocide of the Jews, but Ukrainian nationalists, foremost the Organization of Ukrainian Nationalists, provided the Nazis with the manpower to fulfill this task in Western Ukraine. Antisemitism was an element of the ideology of OUN and its 1920s predecessor, the Ukrainian Military Organization. The extermination of Jews and some other minorities was a point in its program. Describes the genocide of Jews in Lviv and other places in East Galicia, and shows the role played by Ukrainian nationalists in it.
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1874 edition. Excerpt: ...you mean by courage, Miss Alice Mortimer? Alice. The meaning is known to every true gentleman; I'm not surprised at your query!' Sir Reg. (Rushing towards the door.) This second outrage has been premeditated, I see! (Pausing on the threshold.) Listen, Alice Mortimer! Before this coming week closes, you and your father shall be without house or home, and without a shilling in your pocket, save what you may obtain from the hand of charity! Exit Sir Reginald. Alice. (Bolus.) Now indeed the die is doubly cast! (Rings.) Enter Susan. Sus. Welf, Miss Alice, you rang. Alice. Yes. Tell papa I'm alone! Exit Susan. Enter Mortimer. Mort. (Sinking into a chair.) You need not explain, my child! I can divine it all! Sir Reginald just rushed past me in the hall, without saying a word, and absolutely thrust me aside out of his way, as it were, and disappeared before I could resent the outrage! Alice. (Indignantly.) The coward! The scoundrel! Would that Dick or Mr. Travers had witnessed the dastardly act! Mortimer. (Rising.) But come, my dear daughter! the crisis I so long dreaded and struggled against is upon us at last! Let us look over those papers I was speaking about. They are in the library! Exeunt. End Op Act m. ACT IV. Scene I.--The icood. Dick and Mike meet accidentally. Dick. Is that you, Mike? How goes it, lad? Do ee know I've been just a thinkin' that's a good job for both on us, as we beant gen'Jemen! Mike. (Drawing himself up humorously with a look of importance.) Mr. Richard Whitm', Esquire, knight and barrow-knight, answer for yourself! But recollect you're talkin' to an O'Grady, minny of whose relashuns, in the Ould Sod, held high stashuns in Ninety-eight, for at laste fifteen minnits by the docther's watch! Dick. That be a main short...