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J. M. Barrie
Sentimental Tommy
The Story of His Boyhood
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4057664615206
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I — TOMMY CONTRIVES TO KEEP ONE OUT
CHAPTER II — BUT THE OTHER GETS IN
CHAPTER III — SHOWING HOW TOMMY WAS SUDDENLY TRANSFORMED INTO A YOUNG GENTLEMAN
CHAPTER IV — THE END OF AN IDYLL
CHAPTER V — THE GIRL WITH TWO MOTHERS
CHAPTER VI — THE ENCHANTED STREET
CHAPTER VII — COMIC OVERTURE TO A TRAGEDY
CHAPTER VIII — THE BOY WITH TWO MOTHERS
CHAPTER X — THE FAVORITE OF THE LADIES
CHAPTER XII — A CHILD'S TRAGEDY
CHAPTER XIII — SHOWS HOW TOMMY TOOK CARE OF ELSPETH
CHAPTER XIV — THE HANKY SCHOOL
CHAPTER XV — THE MAN WHO NEVER CAME
CHAPTER XVI — THE PAINTED LADY
CHAPTER XVII — IN WHICH TOMMY SOLVES THE WOMAN PROBLEM
CHAPTER XIX — CORP IS BROUGHT TO HEEL—GRIZEL DEFIANT
CHAPTER XX — THE SHADOW OF SIR WALTER
CHAPTER XXI — THE LAST JACOBITE RISING
CHAPTER XXII — THE SIEGE OF THRUMS
CHAPTER XXIII — GRIZEL PAYS THREE VISITS
CHAPTER XXIV — A ROMANCE OF TWO OLD MAIDS AND A STOUT BACHELOR
CHAPTER XXV — A PENNY PASS-BOOK
CHAPTER XXVI — TOMMY REPENTS, AND IS NONE THE WORSE FOR IT
CHAPTER XXVII — THE LONGER CATECHISM
CHAPTER XXVIII — BUT IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN MISS KITTY
CHAPTER XXIX — TOMMY THE SCHOLAR
CHAPTER XXX — END OF THE JACOBITE RISING
CHAPTER XXXI — A LETTER TO GOD
CHAPTER XXXIII — THERE IS SOME ONE TO LOVE GRIZEL AT LAST
CHAPTER XXXIV — WHO TOLD TOMMY TO SPEAK
CHAPTER XXXV — THE BRANDING OF TOMMY
CHAPTER XXXVI — OF FOUR MINISTERS WHO AFTERWARDS BOASTED THAT THEY HAD KNOWN TOMMY
CHAPTER XXXVII — THE END OF A BOYHOOD
THE STORY OF HIS BOYHOOD
CHAPTER I—TOMMY CONTRIVES TO KEEP ONE OUT
The celebrated Tommy first comes into view on a dirty London stair, and he was in sexless garments, which were all he had, and he was five, and so though we are looking at him, we must do it sideways, lest he sit down hurriedly to hide them. That inscrutable face, which made the clubmen of his later days uneasy and even puzzled the ladies while he was making love to them, was already his, except when he smiled at one of his pretty thoughts or stopped at an open door to sniff a potful. On his way up and down the stair he often paused to sniff, but he never asked for anything; his mother had warned him against it, and he carried out her injunction with almost unnecessary spirit, declining offers before they were made, as when passing a room, whence came the smell of fried fish, he might call in, "I don't not want none of your fish," or "My