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Category Archives: Lost Victorian Novels.
Lost Victorian novels 7
Returning to the loft to squint up the chimney at the old penguin nest, irritatingly just beyond my reach, my eye alighted upon the bag full of lost Victorian novels that I had bought from the antique dealer in town. … Continue reading
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Lost Victorian novels 6.
Murgatroyd Trabant, nail polisher to the cognoscenti. James Witterinton QC sat in the manicurist’s chair a little uneasily. There was just something about the place that he couldn’t quite put his elegantly groomed fingernail upon. He looked around. The floor … Continue reading
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Lost Victorian novels 5
The coal skipper. The sleet slanted sideways upon the upturned visage, begrimed as was its wont, of the hapless coal skip, peering up from the pile of coal in the cellar and skipping for all he was worth, which was, … Continue reading
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Lost Victorian novels 4
A Virgin No More. The totality of this unseemly farrago has been expunged by the Board Apropos Dainty Deeds (Domestic Division) Documentary Disassembly; Delicate Substitution. The unsuitable, largely biographical, novelette that was committed in ink upon these pages prior to … Continue reading
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Lost Victorian novels 3.
Quack the Quipper. Through the wet clinging fog down a cobbled side street, sounds the flatly flapping flop of small flat feet and a slight panting. Another handful of rain sprinkles the rustling satin skirt. A muttered curse. “Oh it … Continue reading
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Lost Victorian Novels 2.
My Life as a Cat. Once more the potion fell from my paw as the change o’er came me. I glanced behind me to witness the tail rushing outward from my trouser leg. Clawing frantically at the offending garment … Continue reading
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Lost Victorian Novels 1
I was poking around in the cellar of the local antique emporium when my eye was caught by the corner of something that had apparently been shoved down the side of the old kitchen range, now black leaded and varnished … Continue reading
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