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Title: Library of the world's best literature, ancient and modern
Year: 1896 (1890s)
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Publisher: N.Y.
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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ssortment ofAmericana. ** In a moment, a^ if by magic, the shelves round the roomwere filled with Blintons books, all tied up in big lots of somethirty volumes each. His early Molieres were fastened to oldFrench dictionaries and school-books. His Shakespeare quartoswere in the same lot with tattered railway novels. His copy(happily almost unique) of Richard Barnfields ^Affectionate Shep-heard * was coupled with two old volumes of * Chips from a Ger-man Workshop * and a cheap, imperfect example of * Tom BrownsSchool Days.^ Hookes ^Amanda* was at the bottom of a lotof American devotional works, where it kept company with anElzevir Tacitus and the Akline < Hypnerotomachia. * The auc-tioneer put up lot after lot, and Blinton plainly saw that thewhole affair was a knock-out. ** His most treasured spoils wereparted with at the price of waste paper. It is an awful thingto be present at ones own sale. No man would bid above afew shillings. Well did Blinton know that after the knock-out the
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1 o 2 ^^ s ANDREW LANG 8887 plunder would be shared among the grinning bidders. At lasthis Adonais, uncut, bound by Lortic, went in company withsome old ^Bradshaws,* the ^ Court Guide ^ of 1881, and an oddvolume of the Sunday at Home, for sixpence. The Strangersmiled a smile of peculiar malignity. Blinton leaped up to pro-test; the room seemed to shake around him, but words would notcome to his lips. Then he heard a familiar voice observe, as a familiar graspshook his shoulder: — Tom, Tom, what a nightmare you are enjoying!** He was in his own arm-chair, where he had fallen asleep after dinner; and Mrs. Blinton was doing her best to arouse him from his awful vision. Beside him lay *■ LEnfer du Bibliophile, vu at decrit par Charles Asselineau* (Paris; Tardieu, MDCCCLX.). FROM In <Letters to Dead AuthorsMonsieur: WITH what awe does a writer venture into the presence ofthe great Moli^re! As a courtier in your time wou

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