Gwen Wynn
By Thomas Mayne Reid
21 Jun, 2020
Brief Extract: The young lady is telling a “white lie.” She knows the occupant of that boat is nothing of the kind. From London he maybe—she cannot tell—but certainly no sprig of cockneydom—unlike it as Hyperion to the Satyr; at least so sh
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Brief Extract: The young lady is telling a “white lie.” She knows the occupant of that boat is nothing of the kind. From London he maybe—she cannot tell—but certainly no sprig of cockneydom—unlike it as Hyperion to the Satyr; at least so she thinks. But she does not give her thought to the companion; instead, concealing it, she adds,—“How fond those town people are of touring it upon our Wye!” Less