Black Sheep's Gold (Classic Reprint) - Tapa blanda

Excerpt from Black Sheep's Gold

When you are about it, added that chill monitor, you might as well recollect that you haven't two hundred pounds in the world, no people, now, who matter; no position, and no prospects. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.

I did, with the result that, dressed, I hurried off at once to find the good-natured ship's gossip who, last night, had told me all but all about everyone and everything on board. She had not had quite time to tell me everything - not for want of will, or slackness of tongue - but for the reason that Pia Laurier in a frock like a rose-carnation, passed, unattended, just as the gossip was getting to the point of an interesting tale, and I had incontinently arisen, and fled after the carnation frock and its wearer.

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Excerpt from Black Sheep's Gold

The cigar was unwontedly good; it had made me peaceful and dreamy - that, or the reaction after the fuss of getting aboard and away. At all events, I leaned in the cushioned smoke-room chair, and gave myself up to enjoyment; let the sounds and sights and the smells of the great liner flow pleasantly over me. A girl was singing a little, exquisite French song with a merry ripple in the notes; through panels of plate glass that gave on the music-room, one could see the sparkle of gilding, gloss of satins and brocades; in the smoke-room, where I sat, there was smell of tobacco and pleasant drinks, murmur of well-bred voices, slap and rustle of cards, calls for the "boy"... Up the companion, rising like an incense to the gods of modem shipping, came that immemorial, mixed ship-smell that travellers know; chilled fruit in it, rubber carpeting in it, paint, soap, upholstery; last, not least to me, suggestion of good meals.

They were all there, the things that I had known and forgotten.

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Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com

This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.