we drew up, I saw that he was a young man, with a certain expression in his face which a first glance might have taken for fearlessness and power of some sort, but which notwithstanding, I felt to be rather repellent than otherwise. The moment the carriage-door was opened, he called the servant by his name, saying,
"When the cart comes with the luggage, send mine up directly. Take that now."
And he handed him his dressing-bag.
He spoke in a self-approving tone, and with a drawl which I will not attempt to imitate, because I find all such imitation tends to caricature; and I want to be believed. Besides, I find the production of caricature has unfailingly a bad moral reaction upon myself. I daresay it is not so with others, but with that I have nothing to do: it is one of my weaknesses.
My worthy old friend, the colonel, met us in the hall--straight, broad-shouldered, and tall, with a severe military expression underlying the genuine hospitality of his countenance, as if he could n
This is for all three parts.
An excellent book by Macdonald. It's a story of a girl (Adela Cathcart) who has sunk into a deep state of lethargy. Her uncle (the narrator) is there to visit over Christmas and devises a plan to make her enjoy life again. This plan is to get some of the local people together and have them tell stories.
It's almost just a story to string together all the short stories and a few poems and songs. The stories are excellent but I felt that the characters were left somewhat hollow due to the fact that little of the book actually deals with them and their interactions.