Polly: A Christmas Recollection

Polly: A Christmas Recollection

Torm was deeply offended. He made a low, grand bow, and with as much dignity as his unsteady condition[2] would admit, marched very statelily from the room, and passing out through the dining-room, where he stopped to abstract only one more drink from the long, heavy, cut-glass decanter on the sideboard, meandered to his house in the back-yard, where he proceeded to talk religion to Charity, his wife, as he always did when he was particularly drunk. He was expounding the vision of the golden candlestick, and the bowl and seven lamps and two olive-trees, when he fell asleep. "No; I tell you, I'll sell him.'Misery in his back!' the mischief! he's a drunken, trifling, good-for-nothing nigger! and I have sworn to sell him a thousandyes, ten thousand times; and now I'll have to do it to keep my word." This was true. The Colonel swore this a dozen times a dayevery time Torm got drunk, and as that had occurred very frequently for many years before Polly was born, he was not outside of the limit. Polly, however, was the only one this threat ever troubled. The Colonel knew he could no more have gotten on without Torm than his old open-faced watch, which looked for all the world like a model of himself, could have run without the mainspring. From tying his shoes and getting his shaving-water to making his juleps and lighting his candles, which was all he had to do, Drinkwater Torm was necessary to him. (I think he used to make the threat just to prove to himself that Torm did not own him; if so, he failed in his purposeTorm did own him.) Torm knew it as well as he, or better; and while Charity, for private and wifely reasons, occasionally held the threat over him when his expoundings passed even her endurance, she knew it also. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

Product details

Ebook Number: 44547
Author: Page, Thomas Nelson
Release Date: Dec 31, 2013
Format: eBook
Language: English

Contributors

Illustrator: Castaigne, J. André, 1861-1929