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    3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
    612-822-4611

Open Daily: 10am - 10pm | Alley-side Pickup: 10am - 7pm
3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
612-822-4611
The Cruise of the Make-Believes

The Cruise of the Make-Believes

Gallon, Tom

Paperback

Classic Fiction

ISBN10: 1500910228
ISBN13: 9781500910228
Publisher: Createspace
Published: Sep 2 2014
Pages: 128
Weight: 0.40
Height: 0.27 Width: 5.98 Depth: 9.02
Language: English
CHAPTER I THE PRINCESS NEXT DOOR THE thin young man with the glossy hat got out of the cab at the end of the street, and looked somewhat distrustfully down that street; glanced with equal distrust at the cabman. A man lounging against the corner public-house, as though to keep that British institution from falling, and leaving him without refreshment, got away from it, and inserted himself between the driver and the fare, ready to give information or advice to both, on the strength of being a local resident. Are you quite sure that this is Arcadia Street? asked the young man in the glossy hat. He had a thin, meagre, precise sort of voice-delicate and mincing. Carn't yer see it wrote up? demanded the driver, pointing with his whip to the blank wall that formed one side of the street. Wotjer think I should want to drop yer in the wrong place for? He was a cross driver, for he had already been driving about in the wilds of Islington in search of Arcadia Street for a long time, and he was doubtful whether or not that fact would be remembered in the fare. Yus-this is Arcadia Street, guv'nor, said the man from the public-house. You take it from me; I've bin 'ere, man an' boy, since before I could remember. Wot part of it was you wantin', sir? But the young man had already given the cabman a substantial fare, and had turned away. The man from the public-house jogged along a little behind him, eager to be of service for a consideration to a man to whom a shilling or two seemed to mean nothing at all; a few bedraggled staring children had sprung up, as if by magic, and were also lending assistance, by the simple expedient of walking backwards in front of the stranger, and stumbling over each other, and allowing him to stumble over them. And still the young man said nothing, but only glanced anxiously at the houses. He did not fit Arcadia Street at all. For he was particularly well dressed, with a neatness that made one fear almost to brush against him; while Arcadia Street, Islington, is not a place given to careful dressing, or even to neatness. Moreover, silk hats are not generally seen there, save on a Monday morning, when a gentleman of sad countenance goes round with a small book and a pencil, in the somewhat cheerless endeavour to collect rents; and his silk hat is one that has seen better days. So that it is small wonder that the young man was regarded with awe and surprise, not only by the straggling children, but also by several women who peered at him from behind doubtful-looking blinds and curtains...

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