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Bottle Imp : (Robert Louis Stevenson Classics Collection) by Robert Louis Stevenson (2015, Trade Paperback)
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The Bottle Imp by Robert Louis Stevenson. Author Robert Louis Stevenson. Title The Bottle Imp. "What fine houses these are!". he was thinking, "and how happy must those people be who dwell in them, and take no care for the morrow!".
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Product Identifiers
PublisherCreateSpace
ISBN-10151417622X
ISBN-139781514176221
eBay Product ID (ePID)15038381767
Product Key Features
Book TitleBottle IMP : (Robert Louis Stevenson Classics Collection)
Number of Pages50 Pages
LanguageEnglish
TopicGeneral
Publication Year2015
IllustratorYes
GenreFiction
AuthorRobert Louis Stevenson
FormatTrade Paperback
Dimensions
Item Height0.1 in
Item Weight4.5 Oz
Item Length9 in
Item Width6 in
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TitleLeadingThe
SynopsisThis is a fine town, with a fine harbour, and rich people uncountable; and in particular, there is one hill which is covered with palaces. Upon this hill Keawe was one day taking a walk with his pocket full of money, viewing the great houses upon either hand with pleasure. "What fine houses these are " he was thinking, "and how happy must those people be who dwell in them, and take no care for the morrow " The thought was in his mind when he came abreast of a house that was smaller than some others, but all finished and beautified like a toy; the steps of that house shone like silver, and the borders of the garden bloomed like garlands, and the windows were bright like diamonds; and Keawe stopped and wondered at the excellence of all he saw. So stopping, he was aware of a man that looked forth upon him through a window so clear that Keawe could see him as you see a fish in a pool upon the reef. The man was elderly, with a bald head and a black beard; and his face was heavy with sorrow, and he bitterly sighed. And the truth of it is, that as Keawe looked in upon the man, and the man looked out upon Keawe, each envied the other., This is a fine town, with a fine harbour, and rich people uncountable; and in particular, there is one hill which is covered with palaces. Upon this hill Keawe was one day taking a walk with his pocket full of money, viewing the great houses upon either hand with pleasure. "What fine houses these are!" he was thinking, "and how happy must those people be who dwell in them, and take no care for the morrow!" The thought was in his mind when he came abreast of a house that was smaller than some others, but all finished and beautified like a toy; the steps of that house shone like silver, and the borders of the garden bloomed like garlands, and the windows were bright like diamonds; and Keawe stopped and wondered at the excellence of all he saw. So stopping, he was aware of a man that looked forth upon him through a window so clear that Keawe could see him as you see a fish in a pool upon the reef. The man was elderly, with a bald head and a black beard; and his face was heavy with sorrow, and he bitterly sighed. And the truth of it is, that as Keawe looked in upon the man, and the man looked out upon Keawe, each envied the other.
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