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A Girl Of The Klondike

Auhtor: Victoria Cross

Language: english
Published: 1899

Genres:

fiction and literature,  romance
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Review by Chandler, March 2007


Rating: (*****)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Excerpts from the Book 'A Girl Of The Klondike':

... they watched other miners coming in. Well, said Katrine after a few seconds, straightening herself from her leaning attitude, I think I will go ...
... man faced Stephen with an angry flush and kindling eyes. What the devil do you mean, sir. he said angrily, advancing close to Stephen, who had his ...
... snow-trap, in this open grave, where the living were buried. He wondered a little, but his mind was not one inclined to abstract thought. He spent ...
... would allow him to do so until he felt too much bored, when he would rise and quietly tell him to go. Stephen would hastily apologise and retire, ...
... floor with him, Talbot did not knock the man down, as some might have done. He simply remarked in his dryest tone, You'd better try it, and for some ...
... her father, the little stunted Pole who kept the Pistol Shot, was one of the richest men in the city. And because she lived alone some of her neighbours ...
... he's found some one to employ him at last.. Yes, it's delightful, returned Katrine, absently, as she sat down on the other side of the rusty ...
... older than Katrine would have laughed at the woman's statement in face of her ability to come to them and make it, but Katrine's keen perceptions ...
... back to him all right now, and he turned and gazed eagerly up at her. Katrine did not answer immediately, but she did not withdraw her hand that ...
... was set upon the idea of prospecting for land of his own. Katrine's heart beat hard with pure sympathy as she heard, and she begged Stephen as the one ...
... cut darkly into it like the points of lances. There was something in the atmosphere that recalled a day in late autumn in England. They were nearing ...
... did not laugh: she looked at him gravely and in silence. In her mind she was pondering a question, hesitating, half fearing to speak to him, half ...
... have you been freezing yourself like this.. She was busy lighting the lamp and setting her little old blackened coffee-pot over the flames. Stephen ...
... smile, and went to the door and opened it. In a second or two they came in sight, riding single file up the narrow trail, the girl first and Stephen ...
... wood somehow, if we can. There's only a few bundles left, he said, blowing out the candle and dragging some heavy logs over to the fire. Can I come ...
... cheeks and sparkling eyes. What fun. she said at last when he had finished, and kicking off her snow-laden boots as she sat by the stove. And ...
... by the hearth watching her, and thought, as he saw her bare white arms and full, strong white neck, how well she would look in a London ball-room. ...
... haf run away. he exclaimed, as Stephen paused and who is de cause. Is it this shentleman here. and he stared up at Talbot's slight, tall figure, ...
... they reached the table they saw there was a large stake on the cloth between the two players. Her companion was a youngish man, seemingly a ...
... then looked desperately up and down the narrow lonely trail. They were five miles from the town, a little over three from the cabins. Glistening whiteness ...