By Zane Grey
Zane gray (1875-1939) graduated as a dentist from the college of Pennsylvania, yet he failed in an try and construct a convention in big apple. In 1904, he released his first novel - "Betty Zane" - which used to be a old novel set within the American progressive battle and in response to the lifetime of one among his ancestors.
He good fortune as a author used to be guaranteed in 1912 while "Riders of the red Sage" bought on the subject of 2 million copies. He persisted to put in writing romances of the yank west the remainder of his lifestyles.
Contains: "Betty Zane", "Desert Gold", "Heritage of the Desert", "Light of the Western Stars", "The Lone big name Ranger", "The Redhead Outfield", "Riders of the crimson Sage", and "The Spirit of the Border"
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I rapidly lost three quarters of my white blood cells and became frighteningly ill. The doctor put me in his clinic; he thought I was dying. But after two days of a peculiar struggle, I pulled through and he quickly took me home again, where my absence had gone unnoticed. I will add just a few more words: I promised the doctor I would be silent and I am holding to that 47 silence, by and large. He swore that what he had done was done on purpose, and was not the result of a blunder, and he gave me the reasons for it.
Enjoyed anything that allowed her to leave her work. So the two of us were on the steps in the middle of an enormous crowd, the kind of crowd that is urgent and unwieldly, sometimes as motionless as the earth, sometimes rushing down like a torrent. For quite some time I had been talking to her in her mother tongue, which I found all the more moving since I knew very few words of it. As for her, she never actually spoke it, at least not with me, and yet if I began to falter, to string together awkward expressions, to form impossible idioms, she would listen to them with a kind of gaiety, and youth, and in turn would answer me in French, but in a different French from her own, more childish and talkative, as though her speech had become irresponsible, like mine, using an unknown language.
I suppose that was because she was wearing a beautiful dressing-gown. Even though it was nearly midnight, she was sitting in her armchair looking perfectly neat and presentable. That fact must have made everything else pleasant for her. Since she seemed quite pretty to me that day, I too thought my error meant something, and I did not tell her I had come in by mistake. Later on, she annoyed me very much. She was always wanting to come into my room and I did not want that. But she taught me something that I would not perhaps have discovered until much later if it had not been for her.