Excerpt from The Heir of Charlton: A Novel Let us see what she says. He pulls out a letter, after some search - a lady's letter, long, crossed, and in the usual angular hand. We leave on Tuesday next for the North, ' yes, yes. Mother is delighted of course she is, mercenary old screw. Mr. Charlton speaks Of his son, step-son rather, ' hang Mr. Charlton's step-son. You must on no account fol low me here.' Oh, but that's precious nonsense, you know, and after eight months' separation, and St. Ann's not three hours' ride from New York, and as good a place as any other to kill a great yawn cuts short the soliloquy, and exhausted by so much mental effort, the thinker closes his eyes, and, lulled by the warmth and the wash of the tide, lapses into gentle slumber. He sleeps about half an hour, then he opens his eyes and looks about him. Presently his drowsy glance changes to a stare he sits suddenly erect, struck by a peculiarity in the view. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.