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Frank E. Smedley

Frank E. Smedley Frank Fairlegh

Frank Fairlegh

Sinopsis

"NEVER forget, under any circumstances, to think and act like a gentleman,
and don't exceed your allowance," said my father.
"Mind you read your Bible, and what I told you about wearing
flannel waistcoats," cried my mother.
And with their united "God bless you, my boy!" still ringing in my ears, I
found myself inside the stage-coach, on my way to London.
Now, I am well aware that the correct thing for a boy in my situation (i.e.
leaving home for the first time) would be to fall back on his seat, and into a
reverie, during which, utterly lost to all external impressions, he should
entertain the thoughts and feelings of a well-informed man of thirty; the same
thoughts and...