Capitolo 1
Molly
Pretense
From
Eleanor Hallowell Abbott
With Illustrations from
Walter Tittle
New York
The century Co.
1911
You protect in base to the copyrights, 1910, from
THE CENTURY CO.
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To
MY SILENT PARTNER
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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
The so defined joke delicious, intangible _Frontispiece_
"Good enough!" he snickered
Every girl as Cornelia it had to go once or the other South in November and
March
An elderly dame
A very-freckled messenger-boy appeared to exaggeratedly drag a
noisy fox-terrier
"Well I will be hanged", snarled Stanton "if I will be strung from
some boy!"
Some old poor worn-out history-writer
"Perhaps she is--'colored, " he finally gave voluntarily
"Oh! Don't do me I look--sumptuous!" she stammered
"Thing?" Cried Stanton, dipping in before on his/her chair
The mother of Cornelia answered this duration
He unbuckled the connections of his/her suitcase and it became the cover turned back on
the floor
"Is it a good boy?" she asked
"It is only Carl", he said
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PRETENSE OF MOLLY
ME
The morning was as dark and cold as urban snow you/he/she could do him/it--a dark color
you turn to the window; a smoky gust through the hearth; a shade
blackens as the cavern of an underhand bear. Nothing in all the cavernous
lodgings, appeared in distance really warm or family except a glass of old water,
and a grape of insipid grape-fruit, mean-eaten.
Packaged in his/her stumpy pillows as a fragile piece of china instead of
a human being Carl Stanton placed and cursed the Northern and brutal winter.
Among his/her sturdy, reluctant shoulders the rheumatism snarled and
suddenly clawed as some frantic animal that tries to bite-bite-bite his made