A Galahad of the Creeks; The Widow Lamport

A Galahad of the Creeks; The Widow Lamport

S. (Sidney) Levett-Yeats

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A Galahad of the Creeks; The Widow Lamport by S. (Sidney) Levett-Yeats

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Appleton's

Town and Country

Library

No. 214

A GALAHAD OF THE CREEKS

NINTH EDITION.

The Honour of Savelli.

BY S. LEVETT YEATS.

12mo. Cloth, $1.00; paper, 50 cents.

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"Unsurpassably written, full of matter of historical value, and in excellence of composition, clearness of description and delineation of character is assuredly one of the first in the field."--Chicago Journal.

"The story is full of romance, life, and action.... One of those which demand reading through at a sitting."--San Francisco Chronicle.

"A picturesque and exciting panorama of the most brilliant and eventful period of old Italian history."--London Times.

"The book is a first-rate piece of work, and holds the reader enchained from the sensational outset to the very last page."--London Athen?um.

"Stirring incidents and adventures follow so closely upon each other's heels that the reader becomes fascinated. It is a story to be read and reread for the mere pleasure the reading gives."--New York Evening World.

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D. APPLETON AND COMPANY, NEW YORK.

A GALAHAD OF THE CREEKS

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THE WIDOW LAMPORT.

BY

S. LEVETT-YEATS

AUTHOR OF THE HONOUR OF SAVELLI

NEW YORK

D. APPLETON AND COMPANY

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