Freda

Excerpt from Freda AT Marigny the wind blew as it blows eleven months of the year, making progress a difficult thing, driving the sea-sand into the mouth and eyes, whirling round corners with a force to lift you Off your feet if you were not of substantial build. All the cottages were shut up for the night, although it was barely six o'clock of a February evening. If a door were but Opened the lamp flared and went out. The high wind deafened one with its perpetual screaming. The lamp had blown out inside the omnibus in which Freda was sole passenger; but the child hardly noticed the added darkness. She was so tired, so cold, so miserable: dazed not only with the day's long journey, during which she had been handed on from stranger to stranger, but also with the events of the last month or so. For during that time Freda's world had tumbled into ruins. The world had consisted at first of Papa and Mamma; but for some time back there had beer. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.