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Old 11-27-2008, 07:08 AM   #1
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Post Oppenheim, E. Phillips: Yellow Crayon v 1 27 nov 2008

Here you go. Throwing in a second Oppenheim book for today, first cause I like the guy's style and second cause I'll be on one of these damn nightshifts again and need LOTS of reading stuff myself.

E. Phillips Oppenheim was a very prolific writer and this is another of his pulpier oeuvres.

Like some excerpt? Here ya go:
Quote:
"Duson!"

"Your Grace!"

"The Duc de Souspennier remains here—or at the bottom of the lake—what matters! It is Mr. Sabin who travels to New York, and for whom you engage rooms at the Holland House. Mr. Sabin is a cosmopolitan of English proclivities."

"Very good, sir!"

"Lock this door. Bring my coat and hat five minutes before the carriage starts. Let the servants be well paid. Let none of them attempt to see me."

The man bowed and disappeared. Left to himself, Mr. Sabin rose from his chair, and pushing open the windows, stood upon the verandah. He leaned heavily upon his stick with both hands, holding it before him. Slowly his eyes traveled over the landscape.

It was a very beautiful home which he was leaving. Before him stretched the gardens—Italian in design, brilliant with flowers, with here and there a dark cedar-tree drooping low upon the lawn. A yew hedge bordered the rose-garden, a fountain was playing in the middle of a lake. A wooden fence encircled the grounds, and beyond was a smooth rolling park, with little belts of pine plantations and a few larger trees here and there. In the far distance the red flag was waving on one of the putting greens. Archie Green was strolling up the hillside,—his pipe in his mouth, and his driver under his arm. Mr. Sabin watched, and the lines in his face grew deeper and deeper.

"I am an old man," he said softly, "but I will live to see them suffer who have done this evil thing."
And off we go!

Source PG, gave it the MTH treatment and added a cover

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