Twin Sisters
A True Story
Nonfiction, Social & Cultural Studies, Social Science, Gender Studies, Women&, Biography & Memoir, Historical
| Author: | Wilkie Collins | ISBN: | 1230000299067 |
| Publisher: | Consumer Oriented Ebooks Publisher | Publication: | February 12, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Wilkie Collins |
| ISBN: | 1230000299067 |
| Publisher: | Consumer Oriented Ebooks Publisher |
| Publication: | February 12, 2015 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Excerpt
AMONG THOSE who attended the first of the King’s levées, during the London season of 18 — was an unmarried gentleman of large fortune, named Streatfield. While his carriage was proceeding slowly down St. James’s Street, he naturally sought such amusement and occupation as he could find in looking on the brilliant scene around him. The day was unusually fine; crowds of spectators thronged the street and the balconies of the houses on either side of it, all gazing at the different equipages with as eager a curiosity and interest, as if fine vehicles and fine people inside them were the rarest objects of contemplation in the whole metropolis. Proceeding at a slower and slower pace, Mr Streatfield’s carriage had just arrived at the middle of the street, when a longer stoppage than usual occurred. He looked carelessly up at the nearest balcony; and there, among some eight or ten ladies, all strangers to him, he saw one face that riveted his attention immediately.
Excerpt
AMONG THOSE who attended the first of the King’s levées, during the London season of 18 — was an unmarried gentleman of large fortune, named Streatfield. While his carriage was proceeding slowly down St. James’s Street, he naturally sought such amusement and occupation as he could find in looking on the brilliant scene around him. The day was unusually fine; crowds of spectators thronged the street and the balconies of the houses on either side of it, all gazing at the different equipages with as eager a curiosity and interest, as if fine vehicles and fine people inside them were the rarest objects of contemplation in the whole metropolis. Proceeding at a slower and slower pace, Mr Streatfield’s carriage had just arrived at the middle of the street, when a longer stoppage than usual occurred. He looked carelessly up at the nearest balcony; and there, among some eight or ten ladies, all strangers to him, he saw one face that riveted his attention immediately.
