The Lowest Rung

The Lowest Rung

by Mary Cholmondeley


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Reproduction of the original: The Lowest Rung by Mary Cholmondeley

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ISBN-13: 9783734028403
Publisher: Outlook Verlag
Publication date: 09/23/2018
Pages: 86
Product dimensions: 5.83(w) x 8.27(h) x 0.21(d)

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Saint Luke's Summer IN TWO PARTS PART I When the world's asleep, I awake and weep, Deeply sighing, say, " Come, O break of day, Lead my feet in my beloved's way." Margaret L. Woods. When first I knew Aunt Emmy I suppose she was about twenty-eight. I was ten, and I thought her old, but still an agreeable companion, infinitely pleasanter than her father and her brother, with whom she lived. She was not my real aunt, but her father was my great-uncle, and I always called her Aunt Emmy. Great-uncle Thomas and Uncle Tom were persons to be avoided, stout, heavy, bullet-headed, bull-necked, throat-clearing men, loud nose-blowers, loud soup-eaters, who reeked of tobacco when itwas my horrid duty to kiss them, and who addressed me in jocular terms when they remembered my existence, of which I was always loth to remind them. With these two horrors, whom she loved, Aunt Emmy lived. She was wrapped up in them. I have actually seen her kiss Uncle Thomas when it was not necessary, when he was asleep; and she admired Uncle Tom very much too, though she seldom kissed him, I believe by his wish. He used to say something about sister's kisses being like cold veal. I don't 'suppose he invented that himself. He was always picking up things like that out of a rose-coloured paper, and firing them off as his own. Uncle Tom was tall and portly, and a wag out of office hours, with a moustache that, in spite of all his efforts, would not turn up, but insisted on making a melancholy inner semicircle just a size smaller than the rubicund circle of his face. How I hated kindly, vulgar Uncle Tom! I used to pray that he might die before the holidays. But he never did. I see now that Uncle Tom was far, far worsethan Uncle Thomas, who had had a stroke, and was a kind of furious invalid who...

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