Category: Novels
The Scouring of the White Horse; Or, The Long Vacation Ramble of a London Clerk
“Richard,” said our governor, as I entered his room at five o’clock on the afternoon of the 31st of August, 1857, running his pen down the columns of the salary-book, “your quarter-day to-day, I think? Let me see; you were raised to £-- a-year in February last,--so much for qu...