Cowardice Court

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Dodd, Mead & Company, 1907 - Ind - 140 pages
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“Cowardice Court” is an upbeat novella set somewhere in America’s mountains. Featuring a cast of English and Americans, this is George Barr McCutcheon in fast-paced humorous mode. The simple yet ... Read full review

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This is a light-hearted frolic into the wealthy world of George Barr McCutcheon. It is dated in language and in topic, but worth the time it takes to read.

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Page 24 - ... blowhard ! Five o'clock, confound him! I daresay he's seen me and has crawled off into the underbrush. He's afraid of me; he's a coward. It is as I feared. I can't see the rascal. There's only one thing left for me to do. I'll pin a note to this tree. Confound him, he shall hear from me; he'll have to read it." Whereupon his lordship drew forth a large envelope from his pocket and proceeded to fasten it to the trunk of a big tree which grew in the middle of the road, an act of premeditation which...
Page 140 - I love him. It's a much older story than you think," she said simply. "I say, that hits me hard," said the duke, with a wry face. "Still, I join in saying God bless you." "We're trying to end the feud, you see," said Penelope. Tears came into his lordship's pale eyes. He looked first at one and then at the other, and then silently extended his hand to Randolph Shaw. He wrung it vigorously for a long time before speaking. Then, as if throwing a weight off his mind, he remarked: "I say, Shaw, I'm sorry...
Page 6 - Shaw chap," he remarked to his wife as he mounted the broad steps leading to the gallery half an hour later, walking with the primness which suggests pain. Lady Bazelhurst looked up from her book, her fine aristocratic young face clouding with ready belligerence. "What has he done, Cecil dear?
Page 37 - I see. The old Kenwood cottage on the hill. Been deserted for years. Renwood brought his wife up here in the mountains long ago and murdered her. She comes back occasionally, they say ; mysterious noises and lights and all that. Well ? " "Well, I'm very much interested in spooks. In spite of the feud I rode over here for a peep at the house. Dear me, it's a desolate looking place. I didn't go inside, of course. Why don't you tear it down ? " " And deprive the ghost of house and home ? That would...
Page 126 - While they stood there shivering, clutching the bits of their well-nigh frantic horses, the glimmer of lights came down to them from windows farther up the steep. There was no mistaking the three upright oblongs of light; they were tall windows in the house, the occupants of which doubtless had been aroused at this unearthly hour by the fierceness of the storm. "By Jove," lamented the duke, water running down his neck in floods. "What a luxury a home is, be it ever so humble, on a night like this.
Page 11 - ... secluded nooks in the park surrounding the Villa. Penelope, fresh and full of the purpose of life, was off alone for a long stroll. By this means she avoided the attentions of the duke, who wanted to marry her; those of the count who also said he wanted to marry her but couldn't because his wife would not consent; those of one New Yorker, who liked her because she was English; and the pallid chatter of the women who bored her with their conjugal cynicisms. "What the deuce is this coming down...
Page 31 - He'll stand if you stop licking him." " Halloa ! Hey, Bazelhurst ! " came a far distant voice. The adversaries glanced down the road and beheld two horsemen approaching from Bazelhurst Villa — the duke and the count. " By Jove ! " muttered his lordship, suddenly deciding that it would not be convenient for them to appear on the scene at its present stage. " My friends are calling me. Her ladyship doubtless is near at hand. She rides, you know — I mean dem you ! Would n't have her see you for...
Page 112 - Eenwood ghost — or of aught save the two warm living human bodies that had found each other. The storm, swerving with the capricious mountain winds, suddenly swept their refuge with sheets of water. Randolph Shaw threw the raincoats over his companion and both laughed hysterically at their plight, suddenly remembered. "We can't stay here,
Page 17 - He is the sort one has to meet in America," lamented her ladyship. "Oh, I say now," expostulated the New York young man, •wryly. "I don't mean in good society," she corrected, with unconscious irony. "Oh,

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