Paul Gerrard baixar o livro de graça

"[...] "Well said, Devereux. We must support the rights and dignity of the oldsters, or the service will soon go to ruin," cried the old mate, whose voice grew thicker as he emptied glass after glass of his favourite liquor. "You show your sense, Devereux, and deserve your supper, but-there's no beef on the table. Here boy-boy Gerrard-bring the beef; be smart now-bring the beef. Don't stand staring there as if you saw a ghost." The boy thus summoned was a fine lad of about fourteen, his shirt collar thrown back showing his neck, which supported a well-formed head, with a countenance intelligent and pleasant, but at that moment very pale, with an expression denoting unhappiness, and a feeling of dislike to, or dread [...]."