The Last of the Foresters - Or, Humors on the Border; A story of the Old Virginia Frontier by John Esten Cooke
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"Handsome?" said the tall gentleman, with dignity. "I believe you.
That house, sir, is the finest I ever saw." "Is it?" said Verty. "Yes, sir." Verty nodded. "I am a traveller, sir." "Are you?" "I am," said the military gentleman, solemnly. "I have been everywhere, sir; and even in Philadelphia and Paris there is nothing like that house." "Indeed?" Verty said, surveying the remarkable edifice. "Do you see the portico?" said the gentleman, frowning. "Yes," said Verty. "That, sir, is exactly similar to the Acropolis--Pantheon at Rome." "Eh?" said Verty. "Yes, sir; and then the wings--do you see the wings?" "Plainly," said Verty. |
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