Oliver WiswellDoubleday, Doran, Incorporated, 1940 - 834ÆäÀÌÁö "The background for this novel of the American Revolution is Boston, New York, Paris, Kentucky, and South Carolina. The story is told by Oliver Wiswell, New Englander, who is loyal to the mother country. 'The present novel, which is history for all its fictional form, will startle every man, woman and child who has been taught to believe that the American Revolution was fought and won by bands of angels. It is, in short, the Revolution as seen by men whom the Revolutionary fathers called Tories and who called themselves Loyalists. In it all the bitterness of a horrible civil war is powerfully and dramatically brought back to live.'" N Y Times. |
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... Buell's face brightened . " I wonder if there's any special food in Halifax that's good for a delicate stomach ? " Mrs. Byles eyed Buell pityingly . " There's nothing in Halifax but herring , Buell . What's worse , most of the herring ...
... Buell's face brightened . " I wonder if there's any special food in Halifax that's good for a delicate stomach ? " Mrs. Byles eyed Buell pityingly . " There's nothing in Halifax but herring , Buell . What's worse , most of the herring ...
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... Buell , was a stout , ruddy man with a pale nose and jowls the color of fresh beef . He scratched his head and looked from Buell to me . Buell suddenly stopped his ringing and pointed his bell abruptly at the miller . " Any scissors to ...
... Buell , was a stout , ruddy man with a pale nose and jowls the color of fresh beef . He scratched his head and looked from Buell to me . Buell suddenly stopped his ringing and pointed his bell abruptly at the miller . " Any scissors to ...
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... Buell . There was a sharpness about his darting glance that made me think of a hawk's pounce . I looked more carefully at him ; and since Sir William showed no signs of introducing Buell , I took it upon myself . " This is my friend Tom ...
... Buell . There was a sharpness about his darting glance that made me think of a hawk's pounce . I looked more carefully at him ; and since Sir William showed no signs of introducing Buell , I took it upon myself . " This is my friend Tom ...
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