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A wonderful love story from the famous author, The Passionate Friends 3 by H. G. Wells Read by Peter Eastman Free Audiobooks at The Tale Teller Book Club, a favourite Tale Teller talking book.

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chapter 2 parts 4 to 7 of the passionate friends by h.g wells this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by peter eastman chapter the second boyhood continued

4. i do not want to leave the impression which my last section may have conveyed that at the age of 13 or thereabouts i walked about with mr siddens discussing doubt in a candid and intelligent manner and maintaining theological positions that particular conversation you must imagine with mr siddens somewhat monologuing addressing himself not only to my present self but with an unaccustomed valiance to my absent father what i may have said or not said whether i did indeed dispute or merely and by a kind of accident implied objections i have altogether forgotten long ago a boy far more than a man is mentally a discontinuous being the drifting chaos of his mind makes its experimental beginnings at a hundred different points and in a hundred different spirits and directions here he flashes into a concrete realization here into a conviction unconsciously incompatible here is something originally conceived here something uncritically accepted i know that i criticized mr sidden's quite acutely and disbelieved in him i know also that i accepted all sorts of suggestions from him quite unhesitatingly and that i did my utmost to satisfy his standards and realize his ideals of me

like an outer casing to that primordial creature of senses and dreams which came to the surface in the solitudes of the park was my sid and asked self a high-minded and clean and brave english boy conscientiously loyal to queen and country athletic and a good sportsman and acutely alive to good and bad form mr siddens made me aware of my clothed self as a visible object i surveyed my garmented being in mirrors and was trained to feel the awfulness of various other small boys who appeared transitorly in the smaller park when lady ladislaw extended her wide hospitality to certain benevolent london associations their ill-fitting clothing they're undisciplined outcries they're slouching they're bad throwing and defective aspirates were made matters for detestation in my plastic mind those things i was assured placed them outside the pail of any common humanity

very unfortunate in all that said mr siddens and uncommonly good of lady ladislaw to have them down but dirty little cat steven dirty little cats so don't go near him if you can help it they played an indecent sort of cricket with coats instead of a wicket mr siddens was very grave about games and the strict ritual and proper apparatus for games he believed that waterloo was won by the indirect influence of public school cricket disregarding many other contributory factors we did not play very much but we practiced sedulously at a net in the paddock with the gardener and the doctor's almost grown-up sons i thought missing a possible catch was an impropriety i studiously maintained the correct attitude alert and elastic while i was fielding moreover i had a shameful secret that i did not really know where a ball ought to pitch i wasn't clear about it and i did not dare to ask also until i was nearly 13 i couldn't bowl overarm such is the enduring force of early suggestion my dear son that i feel a faint twinch of shame as i set this down for your humiliated eyes but so it was may you be more precocious

then i was induced to believe that i really liked hunting and killing things in the depths of my being i was a gentle and primitive savage towards animals i believed they were as subtle and wise as myself and full of the magic of their own but mr sivans nevertheless got me out into the south warren where i had often watched the rabbits setting their silly cocky eared...

From the don of sci-fi we feature a love story, The Passionate Friends 2 by H. G. Wells Read by Peter Eastman Free Audiobooks at The Tale Teller Book Club, great talking book.

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chapter two parts one two three of the passionate friends by h.g wells this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by peter eastman

chapter the second boyhood one i was a harbory boy as my father and grandfather were before me and as you are presently to be i went to harbury at the age of fourteen until then i was educated at home first by a governess and then by my father's curate mr sidden's who went from us to saint phillips in hampstead and succeeding marvelously there is now bishop of x-minster my father became rector of burn more when i was nine my mother had been dead four years and my second cousin jane stratton was already his housekeeper my father held the living until his resignation when i was nearly thirty so that all the most impressionable years of my life center upon the burn more rectory and the easy spaciousness of birdmoor park my boyhood and adolescence alternated between the ivy red brick and ancient traditions of harboury and afterwards christchurch and that still untroubled countryside i was never a town dweller until i married and we took our present house in holland park i went into london at last as one goes into an arena it cramps me and wearies me and at times nearly overwhelms me but there it is that the life of men centers and my work lies but every summer we do as we have done this year and go to some house in the country near to forests or moorland or such like open and uncultivated country where one may have the refreshment of freedom among natural and unhurried things this year we are in a walled garden upon the sun about four miles above chateau gallard and with the forest reaching up to the paddock beyond the orchard close

you will understand better when i have told you my story why i saw burn more for the last time when i was 1 and 20 and why my memories of it shine so crystal and clear i have a thousand vivid miniatures of it in my mind and all of them are beautiful to me so that i could quite easily write a whole book of landscapes from the park alone i can still recall quite vividly the warm beauty-soaked sensation of going out into the morning sunshine of the park with my lunch and a little green swiss tin under my arm and the vast interminable day all before me the gigantic divinely unconditional day that only boyhood knows and the park so great and various that it was more than two hours going for me to reach its eastern fences i was only a little older then than you are now sometimes i went right up through the woods to the house to companion with philip and guy christian and their sister i loved her then and one day i was to love her with all my heart but in those boyish times i liked most to go alone

my memories of the park are all under blue sky and sunshine with just a thunderstorm or so on wet days and cold days i was kept to closer limits and it seems to me now rather an intellectual conviction than a positive memory let's say for a few pineclade patches in the extreme southeast its soil was all thick clay that meant for me only beautiful green marshes a number of vividly interesting mirrors upon the course of its stream and a wealth of gigantic oaks the mirrors lay at various levels and the hand of lady lattice law had assisted nature in their enrichment with lilies and water plants there were places of sedge and scented rush amidst which were sapphire mists of forget-me-not for long stretches skirmishing commandos of yellow iris and wide waists of floating water lilies the gardens passed insensibly into the park and beyond the house were broad stretches of grass sunlit barred with the deep green shadows of great trees and animated with groups and lines of fallow deer near the house was an italianate garden with balustradings...

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chapter 1 of the passionate friends this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by peter eastman the passionate friends by h.g wells chapter the first mr stratton to his son one

i want very much to set down my thoughts and my experiences of life i want to do so now that i have come to middle age and now that my attitudes are all defined and my personal drama worked out i feel that the toil of writing and reconsideration may help to clear and fix many things that remain a little uncertain in my thoughts because they have never been fully stated and i want to discover any lurking inconsistencies and unsuspected gaps and i have a story i have lived through things that have searched me i want to tell that story as well as i can well i am still a clear-headed and active man and while many details that may presently become blurred and altered are still rawly fresh in my mind and to one person in particular do i wish to think i am writing and that is to you my only son i want to write my story not indeed to the child you are now but to the man you are going to be you are half my blood and temperamentally altogether mine a day will come when you will realize this and want to know how life has gone with me and then it may be altogether too late for me to answer your enquiries i may have become inaccessible as old people are sometimes inaccessible and so i think of leaving this book for you at any rate i shall write it as if i meant to leave it for you afterwards i can consider whether i will indeed leave it

the idea of writing such a book as this came to me first as i sat by the dead body of your grandfather my father it was because i wanted so greatly such a book from him that i am now writing this he died you must know only a few months ago and i went to his house to bury him and settle all his affairs

at one time he had been my greatest friend he had never indeed talked to me about himself or his youth but he had always showed an extraordinary sympathy and helpfulness for me in all the confusion and perplexities into which i fell this did not last to the end of his life i was the child of his middle years and suddenly in a year or less the curtains of age and infirmity fell between us there came an illness an operation and he rose from it ailing suffering dwarfed and altogether changed of all the dark shadows upon life i think that change through illness and organic decay in the thoughts and spirits of those who are dear and close to us is the most evil and distressing and inexplicable suddenly he was a changeling a being queerless and pitiful needing indulgence and sacrifices

in a little while a new state of affairs was established i ceased to consider him as a man to whom one told things of whom one could expect help or advice we all ceased to consider him at all in that way we humored him put pleasant things before him concealed whatever was disagreeable a poor old man he was indeed in those concluding years weakly rebellious against the firm kindliness of my cousin his housekeeper and nurse he who had once been so alert was now at times astonishingly apathetic at times an impish malice i had never known in him before gleamed in little acts and speeches his talk rambled and for the most part was concerned with small long forgotten contentions it was indistinct and difficult to follow because of a recent loss of teeth and he craved for brandy to restore even for a moment the sense of strength and well-being that ebbed and ebbed away from him so that when i came to look at his dead face at last it was with something like amazement i perceived him grave and beautiful more grave and beautiful than he had been even in the fullness of life

all the estrangement of the final years was wiped in an instant from my mind as i...

Welcome to the wonderful Tale Tellers' Library and The Little Grey Glove by G Egerton, Short Love Stories Volume 4 Public Domain Romance Talking Books, a free recording.

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a little grey glove by george eggerton mary chevalieta dunbright recorded for love stories volume four by rita boutros this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org a little grey glove by george egerton mary chevalieta dunbright london elkin matthews and john lane vigo street 1893 early spring the book of life begins with a man and woman in a garden and ends with revelations oscar wilde yes most fellows books of life may be said to begin at the chapter where woman comes in minded she came in years ago when i was a raw undergraduate with the sober thought of retrospective analysis i may say she was not all my fancy painted her indeed now that i come to think of it there was no fancy about the vermeil of her cheeks rather an artificial reality she had her bower in the bar of the golden boar and i was madly in love with her seriously intent on lawful wedlock luckily for me she threw me over for a neighboring pork butcher but at the time i took it hardly and it made me sex shy i was a very poor man in those days one feels one's griefs more keenly then one hasn't the wherewithal to buy distraction besides ladies snubbed me rather on the rare occasions i met them later i fell in for a legacy the forerunner of several indeed i may say i am beastly rich my tastes are simple too and i haven't any poor relations i believe they are of great assistance in getting rid of superfluous capital wish i had some it was after the legacy that women discovered my attractions they found that there was something superb in my plainness before they said ugliness something after the style of the late victor emmanuel something infinitely more striking than mere ordinary beauty at least so harding told me his sister said and she had the reputation of being a clever girl being an only child i never had the opportunity other fellows had of studying the undress side of women through familiar intercourse say with sisters their most ordinary belongings were sacred to me i had i used to be told ridiculous high flown notions about them by the way i modified those considerably on closer acquaintance i ought to study them nothing like a woman for developing a fellow so i laid in a stock of books in different languages mostly novels in which women played title roles in order to get up some definite data before venturing amongst them i can't say i derived much benefit from this course there seemed to be as great a diversity of opinion about the female species as let us say about the salmonide my friend plan zombie smith who is one of the oldest fly fishers in the three kingdoms said to me once take my word for it there are only four true salmo the selar the truta the pharaoh the ferocs all the rest are just varieties sub genuses of the above stick to that some writing fellow divided all the women into goodins and badens but as a conscientious stickler for truth i must say that both in trout as in women i have found myself faced with most puzzling varieties that were a tantalizing blending of several qualities i then resolved to study them on my own account i pursued the eternal feminine in a spirit of purely scientific investigation i knew you'd laugh skeptically at that but it's a fact i was impartial in my selection of subjects for observation french german spanish as well as the home product nothing in petticoats escaped me i devoted myself to the freshest ingenue as well as the experienced widow of three departed and i may as well confess that the more i saw of her the less i understood her but i think they understood me they refused to take me ser use when they weren't fleecing me they were interested in the state of my soul i preferred the former but all humbugged me...

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Cast list:
Ira Lee: Tomas Peter
Lady Vivash: Sonia
Sylvia (her daughter): Jenn Broda
Dudley Silchester: Adrian Stephens
Mrs. Boyle-Chewton: Matea Bracic
Rhoda (her daughter): ashleighjane
Mr. Bargus, M.P.: ToddHW
Lord Gillingham: Alan Mapstone
Lady Gillingham: thestorygirl
Lady Liptrott: Availle
Hon. George Liptrott: Greg Giordano
Mr. Hawley Hill: Andrew Gaunce
Mrs. Hawley Hill: Kelly S. Taylor
Mr. Wade Green: Linda Olsen Fitak
Petch (servant at Mrs. Boyle-Chewton's): DavyDave
Spencer (servant at Lord Gillingham's): David Purdy
Stage Directions: MichaelMaggs
Editing: ToddHW

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act three of the weaker sex by arthur wing pinero this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org the third act the scene is a library at mrs bald shootings as in the first act the morning after lady gillingham's party mrs boyle chewton enters from the garden with a bundle of flowers which she surveys sentimentally flowers i feel i have been a little oblivious of the beauty of flowers this morning i seem to have learned their language that little bunch is for me and that little bunch is for clarence sylvia enters in a pretty morning dress and garden hat good morning how is mama oh almost quite well and laughing at herself for giving way to the heat last night the heat then she hasn't told you of the strange stopping in confusion um not told me what dear mrs chewton oh of the strange sensations in her head to herself i forgot that rhoda learned the affair by accident and that i'm supposed to know nothing she sits arranging the flowers as rhoda enters rhoda sulkily good morning good morning good morning little one rhoda angrily to herself oh when i was a child i was treated like a woman now i seem to have suddenly become a baby she sits at the table and takes up a newspaper mrs bull shootin hums a tune at which rhoda stamps her foot and clutches the paper in a rage sylvia looks from one to the other quite mystified mama to herself mama never could sing mrs boyle chewton continues humming unconsciously sylvia quietly to rhoda i am afraid i lost my temper last night and was very unkind will you forgive me oh certainly of course thank you and now i'll say what i ought to have said when you told me about mr vargas i congratulate you with all my heart rhoda looking towards her mother hush be quiet don't you want me to congratulate you raider under her breath no no there's nothing to congratulate me upon i mean i i how is lady for fast this morning quite well it was only the heat of the room the heat of the room then you don't know mrs boyle chewton who is now listening hush don't know what oh nothing sylvia looking from one to the other oh i am afraid there is something you are keeping from me you don't think mama is really ill do you you would tell me if you thought so of course lady vivash is in most excellent health why look at her lady vyvash enters her face is pale but otherwise she is quite herself good morning good morning we are so glad you are better mary thank you till last night i had not fainted for years it was very foolish of me did you did you feel the heat no not particularly did you rhoda rhoda with meaning lying lady vyvash no i was outside the room in which you fainted outside by the window by the window oh of course it was cooler there yes much cooler lady vyvash to herself she couldn't have hurt mama dear come into the garden and watch for mr lee mr lee he said he would be here very early in the morning he was so anxious about you do come for a few minutes darling i must be very busy today to mrs boyle shooting a sylvia runs up to the window idios dear what was silvia's return and and the party last night and and one thing and another i have neglected the work which is so near to your heart and mine...

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Cast list:
Ira Lee: Tomas Peter
Lady Vivash: Sonia
Sylvia (her daughter): Jenn Broda
Dudley Silchester: Adrian Stephens
Mrs. Boyle-Chewton: Matea Bracic
Rhoda (her daughter): ashleighjane
Mr. Bargus, M.P.: ToddHW
Lord Gillingham: Alan Mapstone
Lady Gillingham: thestorygirl
Lady Liptrott: Availle
Hon. George Liptrott: Greg Giordano
Mr. Hawley Hill: Andrew Gaunce
Mrs. Hawley Hill: Kelly S. Taylor
Mr. Wade Green: Linda Olsen Fitak
Petch (servant at Mrs. Boyle-Chewton's): DavyDave
Spencer (servant at Lord Gillingham's): David Purdy
Stage Directions: MichaelMaggs
Editing: ToddHW

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act two of the weakest x by arthur wing pinero this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org the second act the scene is a richly appointed anti-room at lord gillingham's with a large opening leading to the drawing rooms and showing a distant conservatory with a phantom plane on the right is a recess furnished with seti's palms and candelabra over the entrance to which is a curtain fastened back on the left are large french windows opening into the garden which is bright with moonlight there is the sound of music in the distance mr wade green is sitting in the corner with his eyes closed he is a young man with weak eyes spectacles and little perky whiskers when nobody is looking at him his countenance is most melancholy but directly he is observed he assumes a facetious expression lady liptrot a tall gaunt withered woman with a deep gruff voice and black ringlets dressed surely but in exaggerable taste and the honorable george liptrot her son an insipid ultra modern young gentleman stroll in from the garden george yes ma we'll sit about in the music room for half an hour and then go on to the bouchons the gillingham's entertainments are always so insufferably tiresome yes it's awfully slow ma green hearing voices rises yawns wearily shakes himself and emerges from the corner with his most humorous expression hi arya oh yeah green loiters away lady lip trot to george i know that man's face who is he why ma that's wade green the man who's so awfully entertaining at the piano with those freightfully amusing songs don't you know when he sings it's as much as people can do to keep from laughing to green aria green stifling a yawn and turning briskly you quite well thanks are you going to sing a little thing of last seasons oh then you go on to the beauchamp by any chance i shall pop in will you sing the yes a little thing i used to do years ago oh were you at mrs fillermoors this afternoon yes very enjoyable did you sing there oh a little thing they always ask for one of my old little things oh it would be awful fun when you do something now won't it as green walks away he meets lord gillingham entering a handsome old gentleman slightly deaf ah mr green they miss you very much in there green raising his voice just going in just going in he still loiters about with his hands in his pockets lord gillingham seeing lady lip trot you're not going are you lady gilliam has been looking for you there's some music in there lady lip trot raising her voice what a charming night outside here so glad lady let trot to george that man is breaking up rapidly oh george george raising his voice delighted you're looking so much better lord gillingham smiles and nods but as lady liptrot and george go out he gapes wearily green who is sauntering about aimlessly does the same they turn and surprise each other at it green rather embarrassed resuming his comic manner oh yes i'm i'm just going in just going in he disappears quickly the servant enters mr and mrs harley hill mr mrs holy hill a stout couple enter but lord gillingham has his back to them and does not notice them we can't give them long adelaide isn't that lord...

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a little grey glove by george eggerton mary chevalieta dunbright recorded for love stories volume four by rita boutros this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org a little grey glove by george egerton mary chevalieta dunbright london elkin matthews and john lane vigo street 1893 early spring the book of life begins with a man and woman in a garden and ends with revelations oscar wilde yes most fellows books of life may be said to begin at the chapter where woman comes in minded she came in years ago when i was a raw undergraduate with the sober thought of retrospective analysis i may say she was not all my fancy painted her indeed now that i come to think of it there was no fancy about the vermeil of her cheeks rather an artificial reality she had her bower in the bar of the golden boar and i was madly in love with her seriously intent on lawful wedlock luckily for me she threw me over for a neighboring pork butcher but at the time i took it hardly and it made me sex shy i was a very poor man in those days one feels one's griefs more keenly then one hasn't the wherewithal to buy distraction besides ladies snubbed me rather on the rare occasions i met them later i fell in for a legacy the forerunner of several indeed i may say i am beastly rich my tastes are simple too and i haven't any poor relations i believe they are of great assistance in getting rid of superfluous capital wish i had some it was after the legacy that women discovered my attractions they found that there was something superb in my plainness before they said ugliness something after the style of the late victor emmanuel something infinitely more striking than mere ordinary beauty at least so harding told me his sister said and she had the reputation of being a clever girl being an only child i never had the opportunity other fellows had of studying the undress side of women through familiar intercourse say with sisters their most ordinary belongings were sacred to me i had i used to be told ridiculous high flown notions about them by the way i modified those considerably on closer acquaintance i ought to study them nothing like a woman for developing a fellow so i laid in a stock of books in different languages mostly novels in which women played title roles in order to get up some definite data before venturing amongst them i can't say i derived much benefit from this course there seemed to be as great a diversity of opinion about the female species as let us say about the salmonide my friend plan zombie smith who is one of the oldest fly fishers in the three kingdoms said to me once take my word for it there are only four true salmo the selar the truta the pharaoh the ferocs all the rest are just varieties sub genuses of the above stick to that some writing fellow divided all the women into goodins and badens but as a conscientious stickler for truth i must say that both in trout as in women i have found myself faced with most puzzling varieties that were a tantalizing blending of several qualities i then resolved to study them on my own account i pursued the eternal feminine in a spirit of purely scientific investigation i knew you'd laugh skeptically at that but it's a fact i was impartial in my selection of subjects for observation french german spanish as well as the home product nothing in petticoats escaped me i devoted myself to the freshest ingenue as well as the experienced widow of three departed and i may as well confess that the more i saw of her the less i understood her but i think they understood me they refused to take me ser use when they weren't fleecing me they were interested in the state of my soul i preferred the former but all humbugged me equally so i gave them up i...

The Weaker Sex
by Arthur Wing Pinero

Cast list:
Ira Lee: Tomas Peter
Lady Vivash: Sonia
Sylvia (her daughter): Jenn Broda
Dudley Silchester: Adrian Stephens
Mrs. Boyle-Chewton: Matea Bracic
Rhoda (her daughter): ashleighjane
Mr. Bargus, M.P.: ToddHW
Lord Gillingham: Alan Mapstone
Lady Gillingham: thestorygirl
Lady Liptrott: Availle
Hon. George Liptrott: Greg Giordano
Mr. Hawley Hill: Andrew Gaunce
Mrs. Hawley Hill: Kelly S. Taylor
Mr. Wade Green: Linda Olsen Fitak
Petch (servant at Mrs. Boyle-Chewton's): DavyDave
Spencer (servant at Lord Gillingham's): David Purdy
Stage Directions: MichaelMaggs
Editing: ToddHW

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act one of the weaker sex by arthur wing pinero this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org

the persons of the play ira lee read by thomas peter lady vivesh read by sonia sylvia her daughter read by jen broda dudley silchester read by adrian stevens mrs boyle chewton read by matteobrachic rhoda her daughter read by ashley jane mr vargas mp read by todd lord gillingham read by alan mapstone lady gillingham read by the story girl lady lip trot read by away the honorable george liptrot read by greg giordano mr holly hill read by andrew gods mrs holly hill read by kelly taylor mr wade greene read by linda olsen feitak patch servant at mrs boyle chewton's read by dave currier spencer servant at lord gillingham's read by david purdy stage directions read by michael max the first act rights and wrongs at mrs boyle chewton's regents park the second act the love that lives at lord gillingham's kensington the third act mother and daughter at mrs baltons again the weaker sex the first act the scene is in the library in mrs boyle chewton's house in sussex gardens regents park the windows opening onto the garden and giving a view of the ornamental water beyond the room is handsomely but rather gloomily furnished and books and newspapers are scattered everywhere the whole place wearing a busy aspect on one wall is a large printed poster as follows union of independent women a great public meeting under the auspices of the union will be held at the saint simons hall piccadilly on monday may 5th having for its object a demonstrative assertion of the rights of women to share the privileges and penalties of the other sects in all spheres of life the chair will be taken at eight o'clock by mrs e boyle chewton mlsb the following speakers will address the meeting lady vyvash mrs anna w perkin from montreal mrs mcostrich mrs ork mrs klimba boosby and mr vargas mp for skipping moulton who will take the opportunity to declare his adherence to a mighty and irresistible movement all are invited women bring decent rational thinking men no infants

mrs boyle chewton a woman of about 40 with a not unpleasing face but her rigid personality her hair worn straight and short and her costumes severe dowdy and ungainly sits writing at one end of a writing table while at the other her daughter rhoda a pretty girl of about 19 dressed in the same fashion doses with a pen in her hand but hidden from her mother by the stationary cabinet mrs boyle chewton taking up the letter she has been writing and surveying it critically i think i make myself understood listen rhoda i have thought it expedient to adapt myself to this pugilistic person's phraseology reading mrs e boyle chewton accepts the offer of mr robert saunders of endless street bloomsbury to supply her with four chuckers out for the great meeting tonight at the sin simon's hall i'll chuck her out my dear oda is mr saunders is definition of a person who ejects disorderly characters resuming mrs boyle chewton does not think five shillings are knob at all exorbitant but must decline the preferred services of mrs robert saunders for while fully grasping mr...

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day one the sixth story of the the cameron this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by anna simon the the cameron by giovanni boccaccio translated by j.m rigg day one the sixth story a worthy man by an apt saying puts to shame the wicked hypocrisy of the religious when all had commended the virtue of the marchioness and the spirited reproof which she administered to the king of france emilia who sat next to fiametta obeyed the queen's behest and with a good courage has begun my story is also of a reproof but of one administered by a worthy man who lived the secular life to a greedy religious by a jibe as mary is admirable know then dear ladies that there was in our city not long ago a friar miner an inquisitor in matters of heresy who al-baidi strove might and mane to pass himself off as a holy man and tenderly solicitous for the integrity of the christian faith as they all do yet he had his keen ascent for a full purse as for a deficiency of faith now it's so chanced that his zeal was rewarded by the discovery of a good man far better furnished with money than with sense who in an unguarded moment not from defect of faith but rather perhaps from excess of hilarity being heated with wine had happened to say to his boone companions that he had a wine good enough for christ himself to drink which being reported to the inquisitor he knowing the man to be possessed of large estates and a well-lined purse set to work in hot haste come ladies at fustibus to bring all the rigour of the law to bear upon him designing thereby not to lighten the load of his victim's misbelief but to increase the weight of his own purse by the florence which he might as he did receive from him so he cited him to his presence and asked him whether what was alleged against him were true the good man answered in the affirmative and told him how it had happened then said our most holy and devout inquisitor of sin john goldenbeard then has thou made christ a wine bible and a lover of rare vintages as if he were a sot a topper and a tavern hunter even as one of you and thinks thou now by a few words of apology to pass this off as a light matter it is no such thing as thou supposed thou has deserved the fire and we should but do our duty that we inflicted upon thee with these and the like words and plenty he upgraded him bending on him meanwhile a countenance as stern as if epicurus had stood before him denying the immortality of the soul in short he so terrified him that the good man was faint to employ certain intermediaries to anoint his palms with a liberal allowance of sin john golden mouth greece an excellent remedy for the disease of everest which spreads like pestilence among the clergy and notably among the friar's miners who dare not touch a coin that he might deal gently with him and great being the virtue of this ointment albeit no mention is made thereof by galen in any part of his medicines it had so gracious in effect that the threatened fire gave place to a cross which he was to wear as if he were bound for the emprise overseas and to make the ensign more handsome the inquisitor ordered that it should be yellow upon a black ground besides which after pocketing the coin he kept him dangling about him for some days bidding him by way of penance hear mars every morning at santa...

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