by Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell (Author)
My contempt for him almost equalled my hate. If I were avoiding return to a place which I thought to be a hell upon earth, think you I would have taken a quiet sleep under any man's roof till, somehow or another, I was secure. Now comes this man, and, with incontinence of tongue, blabs out the very thing he most should conceal, and then lies down to a good, quiet, snoring sleep. I looked again.
Number of Pages: 24
Dimensions: 0.05 x 7.52 x 9.25 IN
Publication Date: September 10, 2010