His Grace of Osmonde de Frances Hodgson Burnett - 2008-07-10

Scribner's Sons. Good with no dust jacket. 1914. Hardcover. Blue woven boards, gilt emblem on cover and gilt titling on spine. Solid binding, edge and corner wear. Gutters splitting with web visible. Spine faded and sunned. Clean unmarked pages. .

Scribner's Sons, 1914T. hardcover. Acceptable. . No jacket. Cover has moderate wear/scuffs. Soiling/stating has occurred on the bottom edges of the pages.

Scribner, January 1914. Hardcover . Good/No Jacket. Good Hardcover with No DJ. Moderate soiling and shelfwear to covers, including bumped corners. Spine ends bumped and rubbed. Textblock darkened with age and mild soiling. Inside covers and endpapers lightly soiled. Some pages have a bent corner. Pages yellowed, but clean and tight in binding. Pictures available upon request. A locally owned, independent book shop since 1984.

Dodo Press, 2007. Paperback. Very Good. May have limited writing in cover pages. Pages are unmarked. ~ ThriftBooks: Read More, Spend Less.Dust jacket quality is not guaranteed.

New York: Charles Scribner's Sons, 1907. Later Edition. HB. Green and white striped cloth, brown lettering on front cover and spine with gilt designs, xi, 465 pp. Old bookseller stamp on ffep, no marks in book, binding tight. Covers show light shelf wear. Book condition VG-.

New York: Charles Scribner, 1897. Book. Very Good. Hardcover. First Edition.. Decorated American trade binding - green and white striped cloth with gold decoration on cover, red lettering on cover and spine. Light soiling and some surface rubbing to the green striping. Binding is tight and square, hinges are sound. Previous owner name neatly penned on front free endpaper. 465 pages. A sequel to Burnett's earlier book, "A Lady of Quality," being the man's side of the story..

Forgotten Books, 2017-09-15. Paperback. Acceptable. 0.9800 in x 9.0200 in x 5.9800 in. This is a used book. It may contain highlighting/underlining and/or the book may show heavier signs of wear . It may also be ex-library or without dustjacket.

New York: Charles Scribner's Sons, 1914. Hardcover. Near fine. NY: Charles Scribner's Sons, 1914. 465pp., frontis., one illustration within the text. Blue cloth with gold seal on front cover, gold titles on spine, upper edge gilt. Light scratches in the gilt, minimal rubbing on corner tips, ends of spine, near fine bright hardcover.

MP3 Audio CD. CHAPTER I The Fifth Day of April, 1676 Upon the village of Camylott there had rested since the earliest peep of dawn a hush of affectionate and anxious expectancy, the very plough-boys going about their labours without boisterous laughter, the children playing quietly, and the good wives in their kitchens and dairies bustling less than usual and modulating the sharpness of their voices, the most motherly among them in truth finding themselves falling into whispering as they gossiped of the great subject of the hour. "The swallows were but just beginning to stir and twitter in their nests under the eaves when I heard the horses' hoofs a-clatter on the high road," said Dame Watt to her neighbour as they stood in close confab in her small front garden. "Lord's mercy! though I have lain down expecting it every night for a week, the heart of me leapt up in my throat and I jounced Gregory with a thump in his back to wake him from his snoring. 'Gregory,' cries I, ''tis sure begun. God be kind… Leer más

MP3 Audio CD. CHAPTER I The Fifth Day of April, 1676 Upon the village of Camylott there had rested since the earliest peep of dawn a hush of affectionate and anxious expectancy, the very plough-boys going about their labours without boisterous laughter, the children playing quietly, and the good wives in their kitchens and dairies bustling less than usual and modulating the sharpness of their voices, the most motherly among them in truth finding themselves falling into whispering as they gossiped of the great subject of the hour. "The swallows were but just beginning to stir and twitter in their nests under the eaves when I heard the horses' hoofs a-clatter on the high road," said Dame Watt to her neighbour as they stood in close confab in her small front garden. "Lord's mercy! though I have lain down expecting it every night for a week, the heart of me leapt up in my throat and I jounced Gregory with a thump in his back to wake him from his snoring. 'Gregory,' cries I, ''tis sure begun. God be kind… Leer más