{"product_id":"2940012638922","title":"Pawned","description":"This ebook edition has been proofed, corrected and compiled to be read with without errors!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e***\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCONTENTS:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBy Way of Introduction:\u003cbr\u003eHER STORY\u003cbr\u003eHIS STORY [TWENTY YEARS AFTER]\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Book Itself\u003cbr\u003eTHEIR STORY\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER ONE: ALADDIN'S LAMP\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER TWO: THE MILLIONAIRE PLUNGER\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER THREE: SANCTUARY\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER FOUR: A DOCTOR OF MANY DEGREES\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER FIVE: HAWKINS\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER SIX: THE ALIBI\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER SEVEN: THE GIRL OF THE TRAVELING PAWN-SHOP\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER EIGHT: ALLIES\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER NINE: THE CONSPIRATORS\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER TEN: AT FIVE MINUTES TO EIGHT\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER ELEVEN: THE RENDEZVOUS\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER TWELVE: THE FIGHT\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER THIRTEEN: TRAPPINGS OF TINSEL\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER FOURTEEN: THE TWO PENS\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER FIFTEEN: THE CLEW\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER SIXTEEN: A WOLF LICKS HIS CHOPS\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER SEVENTEEN: ALIAS MR. ANDERSON\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER EIGHTEEN: THE HOSTAGE\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER NINETEEN: CABIN H--14\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER TWENTY: OUTSIDE THE DOOR\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: THE LAST CHANCE\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: THROUGH THE NIGHT\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: THE BEST MAN\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: THE RIDE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e***\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAn excerpt from the beginning of:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBY WAY OF INTRODUCTION\u003cbr\u003eHER STORY\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA hansom cab, somewhat woebegone in appearance, threaded its way in a curiously dejected manner through the heart of New York's East Side. A fine drizzle fell, through which the street lamps showed as through a mist; and, with the pavements slippery, the emaciated looking horse, the shafts jerking and lifting up at intervals around its ears, appeared hard put to it to preserve its footing. The cabman on his perch drove with his coat collar turned up and his chin on his breast. He held the reins listlessly, permitting the horse to choose its own gait. At times he lifted the little trap door in the roof of the cab and peered into the interior; occasionally his hand, tentatively, hesitantly, edged toward a bulge in his coat pocket--only to be drawn back again in a sort of panic haste.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe cab turned into a street where, in spite of the drizzle, hawkers with their push-carts under flaring, spitting gasoline banjoes were doing a thriving business. The horse went more slowly. There was very little room. With the push-carts lining the curbs on both sides, and the overflow of pedestrians from the sidewalks into the street, it was perhaps over-taxing the horse's instinct to steer a safe course for the vehicle it dragged behind it. Halfway along the block a wheel of the hansom bumped none too gently into one of the push-carts, nearly upsetting the latter. The hawker, with a frantic grab, saved his wares from disaster by an uncomfortably narrow margin, and, this done, hurled an impassioned flood of lurid oratory at the two-wheeler.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe cabman lifted his chin from his breast, stared stonily at the hawker, slapped the reins mechanically on the roof of the cab as an intimation to the horse to proceed, and the cab wended its way along again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt the end of the block, it turned the corner, and drew up before a small building that was nested in between two tenements. The cabman climbed down from his perch, and stood for a moment surveying the three gilded balls that hung over the dingy doorway, and the lettering--\"Paul Veniza. Pawnbroker\"--that showed on the dully-lighted windows which confronted him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe drew his hand across his eyes; then, reaching suddenly inside the cab, lifted a bundle in his arms, and entered the shop. A man behind the counter stared at him, and uttered a quick ejaculation. The cabman went on into a rear room. The man from behind the counter followed. In the rear room, a woman rose from a table where she had been sewing, and took the bundle quickly from the cabman's arms, as it emitted a querrulous little cry.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe cabman spoke for the first time.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"She's dead,\" he said heavily.","brand":"Leila's Books","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47073528217840,"sku":"2940012638922","price":1.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940012638922_p0.jpg?v=1763570697","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940012638922","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}