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Castle Craneycrow

Auhtor: George Barr Mccutcheon

Language: english
Published: 1902

Genres:

fiction and literature,  romance,  women studies
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Review by Beth Cholette, December 2010


Rating: (*****)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Summary of the Book 'Castle Craneycrow':

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Excerpts from the Book 'Castle Craneycrow':


... I can't scent in this language, sir. Early in the evening, as Quentin was leaving the hotel for a short stroll, he met the duke. ...
... at its darkest end. The light from a drawing-room window shone across the front of the green mass, but did not penetrate the recess near the ...
... he was to arrive. Quentin endured these rapturous assaults nobly, but he was slowly beginning to realize that they were battering down the only ...
... in despair. And now, let me say how happy 1 am to see you, he said, warmly. The Americans shook hands with him, confusion filling their brains. ...
... what he deserved, Dickey, but that isn't going to relieve us if he should die. Prince Ugo would use it as an excuse to drive you out of Europe ...
... first and spiked your guns. Well? What have you written to her? That I am going to see her to-night if I have to break into the house. ...
... the darkness below the veranda. It was Courant. What he said to the prince when they were safely away from the house caused the Italian's face to ...
... over to a restaurant in the next street and get some supper. Police station, you mean. Now, don't be unkind, Mr. Burglar. I mean ...
... York relatives came to the Belgian capital, shedding their American opulence as the sun throws out its light. The skill of a general was required ...
... who had been his companion for a day, the driver of the early morning coach whirled into the road and off toward the city of precipices. ...
... and set her free. Each thought left the deeper certainty that the people in the room below were banded against her. An hour later, Lady Saxondale ...
... the situation as they pictured it. She read the long and valiant declaration of Prince Ugo Ravorelli, the frantic, broken-hearted bridegroom, ...
... for the skull rolled out against her feet as the sliding door sank below the level. Slowly she backed away from the door, not knowing what ...
... of the way for safety's sake. But the papers did not know that a bearded man named Turk had slipped a sealed envelope under a door at the ...
... face among the cobwebs. Panic seized her, and she screamed aloud in her terror. Outside the door there were sounds of a savage struggle, but they ...
... springing from Turk's surmise. Turk, if she dies, I swear to God I'll kill myself this night! cried he. You're talkin' crazy, ...
... on which it had stood for centuries, to the spot it now occupied, grim and almost grinning? Is this a dream, Dorothy? Are we really back again? ...
... you had a sweetheart, you either had one or somebody owes you one. You've never collected, perhaps. If he collected them he'd have a harem, ...
... his eye. His tall figure straightened and his nostrils expanded. Wha-what do you mean? floundered Lord Bob. Just this: I love ...
... his curiosity overcome his prudence. They were ushered into the reception room, and she directed the footman to ask if Mrs. Garrison could see Mr. ...