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Condition: Good Jacket: wear to edges, particularly severe at top folds and spine; less wear to foot; spine faded; rear flap crushed at one corner and creased at another; small red mark on inner flap. Boards (dark brown with gilt lettering): top corners badly crushed; top of spine discoloured and curled; bottom of spine curled; slight damage to bottom left of front cover. Page edges mottled. Front endpapers have erased pencil inscriptions. Pages otherwise clean. Plot / Content: "In 1862, a young man from Australia arrives in England claiming inheritance of the Steede title, fortune and family estates. The Baronet's widow greets him as James, her long-lost son, missing ten years and believed dead. But is he really James Steede? Or is he a clever impostor with a remarkable likeness to the rightful heir?" (from the jacket) Background / Biography:
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Quote from this book "I had no need to be deceitful when I was a child, for I was happy. I loved my mother; I loved my pony, Midget, and my nurse, Agnes, and my mother's old friend, Colonel Savage with his grizzled whiskers and gruesome tales of Waterloo, who used to give me riding lessons. And I was fond of my father, because on the few occasions when he returned from the Orient he brought me fantastic presents. For instance, when he came home for the Queen's coronation in 1838, I can remember native drums and plumed hats, a hundred wooden toy soldiers with black faces and crimson tunics, a set of dominoes made of jade and ivoryy, a leopard-skin, and a small stuffed crocodile which glittered strangely in the light of the gas-lamps and made Agnes shudder each time she looked at it. I was rather awed by my father's extreme height and sallow, fashionably Byronic, melancholy face, but I was attracted by the smell that emanated from him - a mixture of a heavy gardenia perfume and peppermints, overlaying a reek of tobacco and the stale odour of rum." opening paragraph, Part Two Secondhand booksellers |
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