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    "Seth"
    "Seth"
    "Seth"
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    "Seth"

    By Frances Hodgson Burnett

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    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateNov 27, 2013
    "Seth"
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    Frances Hodgson Burnett

    Frances Hodgson Burnett (1849–1924) was an English-American author and playwright. She is best known for her incredibly popular novels for children, including Little Lord Fauntleroy, A Little Princess, and The Secret Garden.

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      "Seth" - Frances Hodgson Burnett

      The Project Gutenberg EBook of Seth, by Frances Hodgson Burnett

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      Title: Seth

      Author: Frances Hodgson Burnett

      Release Date: November 4, 2007 [EBook #23325]

      Last Updated: November 30, 2012

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SETH ***

      Produced by David Widger

      SETH

      By Frances Hodgson Burnett

      Copyright, 1877

      He came in one evening at sun set with the empty coal-train—his dull young face pale and heavy-eyed with weariness, his corduroy suit dusty and travel-stained, his worldly possessions tied up in the smallest of handkerchief bundles and slung upon the stick resting on his shoulder—and naturally his first appearance attracted some attention among the loungers about the shed dignified by the title of dépôt. I say naturally, because arrivals upon the trains to Black Creek were so scarce as to be regarded as curiosities; which again might be said to be natural. The line to the mines had been in existence two months, since the English company had taken them in hand and pushed the matter through with an energy startling to, and not exactly approved by, the majority of good East Tennesseeans. After the first week or so of arrivals—principally Welsh and English miners, with an occasional Irishman—the trains had returned daily to the Creek without a passenger; and accordingly this one created some trifling sensation.

      Not that his outward appearance was particularly interesting or suggestive of approaching excitement. He was only a lad of nineteen or twenty, in working English-cut garb, and with a short, awkward figure, and a troubled, homely face—a face so homely and troubled, in fact, that its half-bewildered look was almost pathetic.

      He advanced toward the shed hesitatingly, and touched his cap as if half in clumsy courtesy and half in timid appeal. Mesters, he said, good-day to yo'.

      The company bestirred themselves with one accord, and to the roughest and most laconic gave him a brief Good-day.

      You're English, said a good-natured Welshman, ar'n't you, my lad?

      Ay, mester, was the reply: I'm fro' Lancashire.

      He sat down on the edge of the rough platform, and laid his stick and bundle down in a slow, wearied fashion.

      Fro' Lancashire, he repeated in a voice as wearied as his action—fro' th' Deepton coalmines theer. You'll know th' name on 'em, I ha' no doubt. Th' same company owns 'em as owns these.

      What! said an outsider—Langley an 'em?

      The boy turned himself round and nodded. Ay, he answered—"them. That was why I comn here. I comn to get work fro'—fro' him."

      He faltered in his speech oddly, and even reddened a little, at the same time rubbing his hands together with a nervousness which seemed habitual to him.

      Mester Ed'ard, I mean, he added—th' young mester as is here. I heerd as he liked 'Merika, an'—an' I comn.

      The loungers glanced at each other, and their glance did not mean high appreciation of the speaker's intellectual powers. There was a lack of practicalness in such faith in another man as expressed itself in the wistful, hesitant voice.

      "Did he

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