Land at Last A Novel Author:Edmund Hodgson Yates General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1867 Original Publisher: Chapman and Hall Subjects: Fiction / General Fiction / Classics Fiction / Historical Fiction / Literary Literary Criticism / European / English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh Literary Criticism / Women Authors Notes: This is a black and white OCR... more » reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: " There's a scoundrel for you !" said Charley, when the door shut behind the retreating Tidd; " there's a ruffian for you ! I've not the least doubt that vagabond got a sort of foundation smattering from that blabbing Flexor, and invented all that about the omnibus and the drunken state ; nd the rest of it himself. If that story gets noised about, it will do Geoff harm." " Of course it will," said Bowker; " and that's just what Tidd wants. However, I think your threat of breaking his neck has stopped that little brute's tongue. There are some fellows, by Jove ! who'll go on lying and libelling you, and who are only checked by the idea of getting a licking, when they shut up like telescopes. I don't know what's to be done about Geoff. He seems thoroughly determined and infatuated." " I can't understand it." " / can," said old Bowker, sadly; " if she's any thing like the head he's painted in his second picture -- and 1 think from his manner it must be deuced like her -- I can understand a man's doing any thing for such a woman. Did she strike you as being very lovely?" " I couldn't see much of her that night, and she was deadly white and ill; but I didn't think her as good-looking as -- some that I know." " Geoff ought to know about this story that's afloat." " I think he ought," said Charley. " I'll walk up to his place in a day or two, and see him about it." " See him ?" ...« less