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A Leaf in the Storm, and a Dog of Flanders: And Other Stories. E-book. Formato PDF Ouida - Forgotten Books, 2017 -
BY desire of my esteemed friend and publisher, the Baron Tauchnitz, I beg to state that the present edition is the sole one authorised by me for Continental circulation. The edition issued by Messrs. Asher and Co. Of Berlin was produced by them unknown to me. After its appearance that Firm addressed me offering payment and stating that they held piracy in abhorrence, and respected the rights of authors even where those rights were unsecured by legal exactitude. To obtain the belief of authors in the sincerity of these sentiments I would beg to suggest to the Messrs. Asher that it will be wiser in future to abstain from appropriating a literary work until they have secured the writer's permission to make profits from it. I take this Opportunity to request.
Cecil Castlemaine's Gage: And Other Novelettes. E-book. Formato PDF Ouida - Forgotten Books, 2017 -
So she would put them all aside and turn the tables on her friends, and go on her own way, proud, peerless, Cecil Castlemaine, conquering and unconquered; and Steele must have had her name in his thoughts, and honoured it heartily and sincerely, when he wrote one Tuesday, on the 2 mt of October, under the domino of his Church Coquette, I say I do honour to those who can be coquettes and are not suck, but I despise all who would be so, and, in despair of arriving at it themselves, hate and villify all those who can. A definition justly drawn by his keen, quick graver, though doubtless it only excited the ire of, and was entirely lost upon, those who read the paper over their dish of bohea, or oiler their toilette, while they shifted a patch for an hour before they could determine it, or regretted the loss of ten guineas at crimp.
Moths: A Novel. E-book. Formato PDF Ouida - Forgotten Books, 2017 -
A few weeks later they were at Svir.Svir was one of the grandest summer palaces of the many palaces of the Princes Zouroff. It had been built by a French architect in the time of the great Catherine's love of French art, and its appanages were less an estate than a province or principality that stretched far away to the horizon on every side save one, where the Baltic spread its ice-plains in the winter, and its blue waters to the brief summer sunshine.