Nearly Lost but Dearly Won

Nearly Lost but Dearly Won

Certainly, Mr Tankardew was not a pattern of cleanliness, either in his house or his person. Someone had said of him sarcastically, that there was nothing clean in his house but his towels; and there was a great deal of truth in the remark. He seemed to dwell in an element of cobwebs; the atmosphere in which he lived, rather than breathed, was apparently a mixture of fog and dust. Everything he had on was fadedeverything that he had about him was fadedthe only dew that seemed to visit the jaded-looking shrubs in the approach to his dwelling was mildew. Dilapidation and dinginess went hand-in-hand everywhere: the railings round the house were dilapidatedsome had lost there points, others came to an abrupt conclusion a few inches above the stone-work from which they sprang; the steps were dilapidatedone of them rocked as you set your foot upon it, and the others sloped inwards so as to hold treacherous puddles in wet weather to entrap unwary visitors; the entrance hall was dilapidated; if ever there had been a pattern to the paper, it had now retired out of sight and given place to irregular stains, which looked something like a vast map of a desolate country, all moors and swamps; the doors were dilapidated, fitting so badly, that when the front door opened a sympathetic clatter of all the lesser ones rang through the house; the floors were dilapidated, and afforded ample convenience for easy egress and ingress to the flourishing colonies of rats and mice which had established themselves on the premises; and above all, Mr Tankardew himself was dilapidated in his dress, and in his whole appearance and habitshis very voice was dilapidated, and his words slipshod and slovenly. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

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Ebook Number: 21135
Author: Wilson, Theodore P.
Release Date: Apr 18, 2007
Format: eBook
Language: English