Keziah Coffin By: Joseph Crosby Lincoln

Keziah Coffin

• Author : Joseph Crosby Lincoln
• Publisher : Rarebooksclub.com
• ISBN-13 : 9781459095113

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The publisher of this book utilises modern printing technologies as well as photocopying processes for reprinting and preserving rare works of literature that are out-of-print or on the verge of becoming lost. This book is one such reprint.Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III IN WHICH KEZIAH ASSUMES A GUARDIANSHIP D I DAM A would have given her eyeteeth— and, for that matter, the entire upper set— to have been present in that parsonage sitting room when the Rev. John Ellery made his appearance. But the fates were against Didama that day and it was months afterwards before she, or any of what Captain Zeb Mayo called the " Trumet Daily Advertisers," picked up a hint concerning it. Keziah and Grace, acquainted with the possibilities of these volunteer news gatherers, were silent, and the Reverend John, being in some respects a discreet young man with a brand-new ministerial dignity to sustain, refrained from boasting of the sensation he had caused. He thought of it very often, usually at most inconvenient times, and when, by all the requirements of his high calling, his thought should have been busy with different and much less worldly matters. " I declare! " said Mrs. Thankful Payne, after the new minister's first call at her residence, a week after his arrival at Trumet, " if Mr. Ellery ain't the most sympathetic man. I was readin' out loud to him the poem my cousin Huldy B.—her that married Hannibal Ellis over to Denboro—made upwhen my second husband was lost to sea, and I'd just got to the p'int in the ninth verse where it says: ' The cruel billows crash and roar, And the frail craft is tempest-tossed, But the bold mariner thinks not of life, but says, " It is the fust schooner ever I lost." ' And 'twas, too, and the last, poor thing! Well, I just got fur as this when I looked up and there was the minister lookin' out of the window and his face was just as red, and he kept scowlin' and bitin' his lips. I do believe he was all but sheddin' tears. Sympathy like that I appreciate." As a matter of fact, Mr. Ellery had jus...

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