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Being an Account of Certain Surprising Adventures Which
Befell an American Family in the Land of Windmills
With Illustrations by F. VAUX WILSON
1906
The Wiles of Womankind
Archibald Rushford, tall, lean, the embodiment of energy, stood at thewindow, hands in pockets, and stared disgustedly out at the dreary vistaof sand-dunes and bathing-machines, closed in the distance by a stretchof gray sea mounting toward a horizon scarcely discernible through thedrifting mist which hung above the water.
"Though why you wanted to come here at all," he continued, presumablyaddressing two young ladies in the room behind him, "or why you want tostay, now you are here, passes my comprehension. One might as well beburied alive, and be done with it. The sensations, I should imagine,are about the same."
"Oh, come, dad!" protested one of the girls, laughing, "you know itisn't so bad as that! There's plenty of life—not just at this hour ofthe morning, perhaps,"—with a fleeting glance at the emptylandscape,—"but the hour is unfashionable."
"As everything seasonable and sensible seems to be here," put in herfather, grimly.
"And such interesting life, too," added the other girl.
"Interesting! Bah! When I want to see monkeys and peacocks, I'll go to amenagerie."
"But you never do go to the menagerie, at home, you know, dad."
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