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Thomas Chandler Haliburton. The Attaché; or, Sam Slick in England — Complete
The Attaché; or, Sam Slick in England — Complete
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THE ATTACHE; OR SAM SLICK IN ENGLAND
CHAPTER I. UNCORKING A BOTTLE
CHAPTER II. A JUICY DAY IN THE COUNTRY
CHAPTER III. TYING A NIGHT-CAP
CHAPTER IV. HOME AND THE SEA
CHAPTER V. T’OTHER EEND OF THE GUN
CHAPTER VI. SMALL POTATOES AND FEW IN A HILL
CHAPTER VII. A GENTLEMAN AT LARGE
CHAPTER VIII. SEEING LIVERPOOL
CHAPTER IX. CHANGING A NAME
CHAPTER X. THE NELSON MONUMENT
CHAPTER XI. COTTAGES
CHAPTER XII. STEALING THE HEARTS OF THE PEOPLE
CHAPTER XIII. NATUR’
CHAPTER XIV. THE SOCDOLAGER
CHAPTER XV. DINING OUT
THE SECOND VOLUME
CHAPTER I. THE NOSE OF A SPY
CHAPTER II. THE PATRON; OR, THE COW’S TAIL
CHAPTER III. ASCOT RACES
CHAPTER IV. THE GANDER PULLING
CHAPTER V. THE BLACK STOLE
CHAPTER VI. THE PRINCE DE JOINVILLE’S HORSE
CHAPTER VII. LIFE IN THE COUNTRY
CHAPTER VIII. BUNKUM
CHAPTER IX. THROWING THE LAVENDER
CHAPTER X. AIMING HIGH
CHAPTER XI. A SWOI-REE
CHAPTER XII. TATTERSALL’S OR, THE ELDER AND THE GRAVE DIGGER
CHAPTER XIII. LOOKING BACK
CHAPTER XIV. CROSSING THE BORDER
CHAPTER XV. THE IRISH PREFACE
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Thomas Chandler Haliburton
Published by Good Press, 2019
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“ ‘Oh, is that all?’ sais she, (I suppose, she thort I wanted her to get up and get breakfast for me,) ‘it’s the first on the right, and she fixed her cap agin’ and laid down, and I took the first on the right and off like a blowed out candle. There was the staircase. I walked down, took my hat, onbolted the outer door, and what a beautiful day was there. I lit my cigar, I breathed freely, and I strolled down the avenue.
“The bushes glistened, and the grass glistened, and the air was sweet, and the birds sung, and there was natur’ once more. I walked to the lodge; they had breakfasted had the old folks, so I chatted away with them for a considerable of a spell about matters and things in general, and then turned towards the house agin’. ‘Hallo!’ sais I, ‘what’s this? warn’t that a drop of rain?’ I looks up, it was another shower by Gosh. I pulls foot for dear life: it was tall walking you may depend, but the shower wins, (comprehensive as my legs be), and down it comes, as hard as all possest. ‘Take it easy, Sam,’ sais I, ‘your flint is fixed; you are wet thro’—runnin’ won’t dry you,’ and I settled down to a careless walk, quite desperate.
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