Bealby: A Holiday

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The Macmillan Company, 1915 - English fiction - 291 pages
"Young Bealby was determined he would not be a servant. So opposed was he to the very idea that he ranted and rallied against his mother and quite wore her down with his protests. Tantrums aside, the young boy had to accept his lot in life - at least for the time being. And so he was sent to Shonts, the big country house, to work as a steward's boy. But Bealby hadn't accounted for a host of guests arriving for the weekend, and certainly nothing in his short life had prepared him for the arrival of the eloquent, but totally eccentric Lord Chancellor. This was to be a position that Bealby would not soon forget."--www.goodreads.com.
 

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