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Pam Decides Bettina von Hutten

Pam Decides

Bettina von Hutten

Published January 10th 2012
ISBN : 9781150366970
Paperback
184 pages
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This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1906. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER III PAM was a human greyhound, if sheMoreThis historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1906. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER III PAM was a human greyhound, if she was a dog at all, and surely all of us have doggish affinities. She loved walking, and her years of poverty had taught her how to walk. Her short skirts safe from the mud, her small feet in stout shoes, the very hat on her head, were all adapted to pedestrianism and helped to make her advance along the crowded ways the easy progress it was. Slim, alert, graceful and gracious she sped westward, jostling no one, accepting the jostlings of others with good humour, avoiding with skill the small accidents that beset less knowing wayfarers, crossing crowded streets fearlessly and with daring good judgment. She was happy that morning- Pilgrim was pronounced to be, humanly speaking, out of danger- when she went home her room would be sweet with the scent of Monks Yeoland flowers, her new story was progressing and she was to have ten pounds for it, she would, now that Pilgrim no longer needed her, have time again for long walks, the sun had actually come out and the sky was blue, and she was going to see the Duchess. At last she reached Berkeley Square and stood looking up at the lace-hung windows that brought out in such startling relief the blackness of the walls. Every bit as dingy as my palazzo, she told herself, as she rang. But if the outside of the house was shabby, inside everything was deeply, softly luxurious, from the mossy carpets, such as the girl had not set foot to for years, to the mellow glow of the electric lights. Yes, Her Grace was at home, and after a short wait in a small room filled with beautiful things, chiefly, it seemed to the girls unaccustomed eyes, of silver and crystal and growing plants, she was ushered up the wide stairs past a huge clock that chimed at her as she passed it, into Her Grac...