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3 | Breakfast next morning. | --Woodward, on his way Home, meets a Stranger. --Their Conversation.
The next morning he joined the family in the breakfast parlor, where he was received with much kindness and attention. The stranger was a young man, probably about twenty-seven, well made, and with features that must be pronounced good; but, from wh... | {
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4 | None | Woodward meets a Guide--His Reception at Home--Preparations for a Fete.
Woodward rode slowly, as he indulged in those disagreeable reflections to which we alluded, until he reached a second crossroads, where he found himself somewhat at a loss whether to turn or ride straight onward. While pausing for a moment, as to... | {
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5 | The Bonfire--The Prodigy. | Andy Davoren's prognostic, so far as the appearance of the weather went, seemed, at a first glance, to be literally built on ashes. A calm, mild, and glorious serenity lay upon the earth; the atmosphere was clear and golden; the light of the sun shot in broad, transparent beams across the wooded valleys, and poured its... | {
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6 | Shawn-na-Middogue | --Shan-Dhinne-Dhuv, or The Black Spectre.
The next evening was calm and mild; the sun shone with a serene and mellow light from the evening sky; the trees were green, and still; but the music of the blackbird and the thrush came sweetly from their leafy branches. Henry Woodward had been listening to a rather lengthy ... | {
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7 | A Council of Two | --Visit to Beech Grove. --The Herbalist Woodward now amused himself by walking and riding about the country and viewing its scenery, most of which he had forgotten during his long absence from home. It was not at all singular in that dark state of popular superstition and ignorance, that the shower of blood should, s... | {
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8 | A Healing of the Breach. | --A Proposal for Marriage Accepted.
On that evening, when the family were assembled at supper, Mrs. Lindsay, who had had a previous consultation with her son Harry, thought proper to introduce the subject of the projected marriage between him and Alice Goodwin.
“Harry has paid a visit to these neighbors of ours,” s... | {
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9 | Chase of the White Hare. | “Hark, forward, forward; holla ho!”
The next morning our friend Harry appeared at the breakfast table rather paler than usual, and in one of his most abstracted moods; for it may be said here that the frequent occurrence of such moods had not escaped the observation of his family, especially of his step-father, in wh... | {
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10 | True Love Defeated. | Mr. and Mrs. Goodwin, in the absence of their daughter, held a very agreeable conversation on the subject of Mrs. Lindsay's visit. Neither Goodwin nor his wife was in the slightest degree selfish, yet, somehow, there crept into their hearts a certain portion of selfishness, which could be traced only to the affection w... | {
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11 | A Conjurer's Levee. | We cannot form at this distance of time any adequate notion of the influence which a conjurer of those days exercised over the minds and feelings of the ignorant. It was necessary that he should be, or be supposed at least to be, well versed in judicial astrology, the use of medicine, and consequently able to cast a na... | {
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12 | Fortune-telling | Ever since the night of the bonfire Woodward's character became involved more or less in a mystery that was peculiar to the time and the superstitions of the period. That he possessed, the Evil Eye was whispered about; and what was still more strange, it was not his wish that such rumors should be suppressed. They had ... | {
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13 | Woodward is Discarded from Mr. Goodwin's Family | --Other Particulars of Importance.
The reader sees that Harry Woodward, having ascertained the mutual affection which subsisted between his brother and Alice, resorted to such measures as were likely to place obstructions in the way of their meeting, which neither of them was likely to remove. He felt, now, satisfied... | {
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14 | Shawn-na-Middogue Stabs Charles Lindsay | Shawn-na-Middogue Stabs Charles Lindsay in Mistake for his Brother Shawn-na-Middogue, though uneducated, was a young man of no common intellect. That he had been selected to head the outlaws, or rapparees, of that day, was a sufficient proof of this. After parting from Caterine Collins, on whom the severity of his la... | {
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15 | The Banshee.--Disappearance of Grace Davoren. | In the meantime it was certainly an unquestionable fact that Grace Davoren had disappeared, and not even a trace of her could be found. The unfortunate girl, alarmed at the tragic incident of that woful night, and impressed with a belief that Charles Lindsay had been murdered by Shawn-na-Middogue, had betaken herself t... | {
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16 | A House of Sorrow. | --After which follows a Courting Scene.
The deep sorrow and desolation of spirit introduced by the profligate destroyer into the humble abode of peace and innocence is an awful thing to contemplate. In our chapter headed “The Wake of a Murderer” we have attempted to give a picture of it. The age, indeed, was one of l... | {
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17 | Description of the Original Tory | --Their Manner of Swearing We have introduced an Irish outlaw, or tory, in the person of Shawn-na-Middoque, and, as it may be necessary to afford the reader a clearer insight into this subject, we shall give a short sketch of the character and habits of the wild and lawless class to which he belonged. The first descr... | {
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18 | The Toir, or Tory Hunt. | Harry Woodward now began to apprehend that, as the reader sees, either his star or that of _Shawn-na-Middogue_ must be in the ascendant. He accordingly set to work with all his skill and craft to secure his person and offer him up as a victim to the outraged laws of his country, and to a government that had set a price... | {
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19 | Plans and Negotiations. | We have already said that Woodward was a man of personal courage, and without fear of anything either living or dead, yet, notwithstanding all this, he felt a terror of _Shawn-na-Middogue_ which he could not I overcome. The escape--the extraordinary escape of that celebrated young tory--depressed and vexed him to the h... | {
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20 | Woodward's Visit to Ballyspellan. | After a consultation with his mother our worthy hero prepared for his journey to this once celebrated Spa, which possessed even then a certain local celebrity, that subsequently widened to an ampler range. The little village was filled with invalids of all classes; and even the farmers' houses in the vicinity were occu... | {
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21 | The Dinner at Ballyspellan | --The Appearance Woodward. --Valentine Greatrakes.
The Thursday appointed for the dinner at length arrived. The little village was all alive with stir and bustle, inasmuch as for several months no such important event had taken place. It was, in fact, a gala day; and the poorer inhabitants crowded about the inn to wa... | {
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22 | None | History of the Black Spectre.
Woodward returned to the public room, where he was soon followed by Father Mulrenin and Greatrakes, who were shortly joined by Mr. Goodwin; Mrs. Goodwin having remained at home with Alice. The dancing went on with great animation, and when the hour of supper arrived there was a full and ... | {
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23 | Greatrakes at Work--Denouement | Greatrakes was on his way from Birch Grove to Rathnllan House the next day when he was met by Barney Casey, who had been on the lookout for him. Barney, who knew not his person, was not capable of determining whether he was the individual whom he wanted or not. At all events he resolved at once to ascertain that fact. ... | {
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1 | None | One evening in the beginning of the eighteenth century--as nearly as we can conjecture, the year might be that of 1720--some time about the end of April, a young man named _Lamh Laudher_ O'Rorke, or Strong-handed O'Eorke, was proceeding from his father's house, with a stout oaken cudgel in his hand, towards an orchard ... | {
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2 | None | In the mean time young Lamh Laudher felt little suspicion that the stolen interview between him and Ellen Neil was known. The incident, however, which occurred to him on his way to keep the assignation, produced in his mind a vague apprehension which he could not shake off. To meet a red-haired woman, when going on any... | {
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3 | None | Meehaul now directed his steps homewards, literally stunned by the unexpected cowardice of his enemy. On approaching his father's door, he found Nell M'Collum seated on a stone bench, waiting his arrival. The moment she espied him she sprang to her feet, and with her usual eagerness of manner, caught the breast of his ... | {
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4 | None | On reaching Brookleigh Hall, Lamh Laudher found the strange woman, Nell M'Collum, Connor's servant maid, and the carman awaiting his arrival. The magistrate looked keenly at the prisoner, and immediately glanced with an expression of strong disgust at Nell M'Collum. The other female surveyed Lamh Laudher with an intere... | {
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5 | None | The next morning O'Rorke and his wife! waited upon Mr. Brookleigh to state, that in their opinion it would be more judicious to liberate Nell M'Collum, provided he kept a strict watch upon all her motions. The magistrate instantly admitted both the force and ingenuity of the thought; and after having appointed three pe... | {
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6 | None | In the mean time a circumstance occurred which scarcely any person who heard it could at first believe. About twelve o'clock the next day the house of Lamh Laudher More was surrounded with an immense crowd, and the whole town seemed to be in a state of peculiar animation and excitement. Groups met, stood, and eagerly a... | {
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7 | None | Nothing now could exceed the sympathy which was felt for young Lamh Laudher, yet except among his immediate friends, there was little exertion made to prevent him from accelerating his own fate. So true is it that public feeling scruples not to gratify its appetite for excitement, even at the risk or actual cost of hum... | {
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8 | None | When the spectators saw and heard what had occurred, their acclamations rose to the sky; cheer after cheer pealed from the graveyard over a wide circuit of the country. With a wild luxury of triumph they seized O'Rorke, placed him on their shoulders, and bore him in triumph through every street in the town. All kinds o... | {
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1 | THE BRIDE OF LONE. | "Eh, Meester McRath? Sae grand doings I hae na seen sin the day o' the queen's visit to Lone. That wad be in the auld duke's time. And a waefu' day it wa'."
"Dinna ye gae back to that day, Girzie Ross. It gars my blood boil only to think o' it!"
"Na, Sandy, mon, sure the ill that was dune that day is weel compensat... | {
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2 | AN IDEAL LOVE. | A few weeks after their settlement at Lone, Sir Lemuel Levison returned to London on affairs connected with his final retirement from active business.
Salome was left at the castle, with the numerous servants of the establishment, but otherwise quite alone. She had neither governess, companion, nor confidential maid.... | {
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3 | THE RUINED HEIR. | Where, meanwhile, was the "mad" duke with his loyal son?
Various reports had been circulated concerning them, so long as they had been remembered. Some had said that they had emigrated to Australia; others that they had gone to Canada; others again that they were living on the Continent. All agreed that wherever they... | {
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4 | SALOME'S CHOICE. | Sir Lemuel Levison was taking his breakfast in bed. The London season was near its close. Parliament sat late at night, and often all night. Sir Lemuel, a punctual and diligent member of the House, seldom returned home before the early dawn.
So Sir Lemuel was taking his breakfast in bed, and "small blame to him."
I... | {
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5 | ARONDELLE'S CONSOLATION. | On the next day, at the appointed hour, Salome came down to the drawing-room dressed for her ride.
She wore a rich habit of dark blue summer-cloth, fastened with small gold buttons, fine, tiny white linen cuffs and collar, dark blue gloves, dark blue velvet hat with a short, white ostrich plume secured by a small gol... | {
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6 | A HORRIBLE MYSTERY ON THE WEDDING DAY. | On the day before the wedding all the preparations were completed.
The grounds around the castle, paradisial in their own natural beauty under this heavenly blue sky of June, were adorned with all that art and taste and wealth could bring to enhance their attractions in honor of the occasion.
Triumphal arches of ra... | {
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7 | THE MORNING'S DISCOVERY. | When Miss Levison recovered her consciousness it was broad daylight. The rising sun glancing over the top of the Eastern mountain sent arrows of golden light in through the window at which she sat.
Music filled the morning air!
Salome passed her hands over her eyes, and gazed around. So long and deep had been her s... | {
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8 | A HORRIBLE DISCOVERY. | In order not to attract the attention of the crowds of people who swarmed in the village, on the bridge, and on the island, Lord Arondelle had driven over to the castle in a closed cab that now waited at the gates to take him back again.
He left the library and went out into the great hall.
The hall porter, an elde... | {
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9 | AFTER THE DISCOVERY. | "Sir, if you please, I request that this witness be immediately placed under examination," said Lord Arondelle, who sat, with pale, stern visage, among the spectators, now addressing the coroner.
"Yes, certainly, my lord. Let the man be called," answered the latter.
A short, stout, red-haired and freckle-faced boy,... | {
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10 | THE LETTER AND ITS EFFECT. | Mr. Kage arrived at Lone, within twenty-four hours after having received the duke's telegram. He reached the castle at noon and had a private interview with the duke in the library, when it was arranged that the will and the letter should be read the same afternoon in the presence of the assembled household.
"The let... | {
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11 | THE VAILED PASSENGER. | We must return to the night of the murder, and to the man and woman whom Salome Levison heard, and did not merely "dream" that she heard, conversing under her balcony at midnight.
When left alone in her dark and silent hiding-place, the woman waited long and impatiently. Sometimes she crept out from her shadowy nook,... | {
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12 | THE HOUSE ON WESTMINSTER ROAD. | An hour's ride through some of the most crowded streets of London brought her to her destination--a tall, dingy, three-storied brick house, in a block of the same.
She paid and dismissed the cab at the door, and then went up and rang the bell.
It was answered by an old woman, in a black skirt, red sack, white apron... | {
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13 | A SURPRISE FOR MRS. SCOTT. | "Will ye gie me my watch or no?" exclaimed Rose, growing impatient of the whispered colloquy between the jeweller and the policeman in plain clothes, although she was quite unsuspicious of its subject.
"Here it is, madam," said the jeweller, with the utmost politeness, as he came and placed the watch in her hand.
S... | {
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14 | THE SECOND BRIDAL MORN. | We must return to Elmhurst House and take up the thread of Salome's destiny, where we left it on the morning on which the young Duke of Hereward had called on Lady Belgrade and informed her ladyship of the arrest of the mysterious, vailed passenger, and implored her to keep all the papers announcing that arrest, or in ... | {
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15 | THE CLOUD FALLS. | When Rose Cameron's emissary entered the bride's chamber, the young duchess arose from her chair, but almost instantly sank back again, overpowered by an access of that mysterious foreshadowing of approaching calamity which had darkened her spirit during the whole of this, her bridal day.
And it was better, perhaps, ... | {
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16 | VANISHED. | After the withdrawal of the bride and her attendant from the breakfast-table, the bridegroom and his friends remained a few moments longer, and then joined Lady Belgrade and the bridesmaids in the drawing-room.
They passed some fifteen or twenty minutes in pleasant social chat upon the event of the morning, the state... | {
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17 | THE LOST LADY OF LONE. | "Cannot be found? Whatever do you mean, girl? You cannot mean to say that the Duchess of Hereward is not in this house?" demanded Lady Belgrade, in amazement.
"I beg pardon, my lady; but we have made a thorough search of the premises, without being able to find her grace," respectfully answered the maid.
"Oh, but t... | {
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18 | THE FLIGHT OF THE DUCHESS | When the emissary of Rose Cameron had gone, the young Duchess of Hereward, in a whirlwind of long-repressed excitement, slammed, locked and bolted all the doors leading from her apartments into the hall, and then fled into her dressing-room and cast herself head long down upon the floor in the collapse of utter, infini... | {
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19 | SALOME'S REFUGE. | Salome was scarcely sane. Married that morning, with the approval and congratulations of all her friends, by one of the most venerable fathers of the church, to one of the most distinguished young noblemen in the peerage, who was also the sole master of her heart, and-- Flying from her bridegroom this afternoon as fro... | {
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20 | SALOME'S PROTECTRESS. | "We have arrived. Welcome home, my dear child," said Sister Josephine, as the carriage drew up before the strong and solid, iron-bound, oaken gates of the convent.
The aged coachman blew a shrill summons upon a little silver whistle that he carried in his pocket for the purpose.
The gates were thrown wide open and ... | {
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21 | THE BRIDEGROOM. | According to his promise given to Lady Belgrade, the Duke of Hereward returned to Elmthorpe House to make his report.
He found the dowager waiting for him where he had left her, in the back drawing-room.
He greeted her only by a silent bow, and she questioned him only by a mute look.
"I have placed the case in th... | {
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22 | AT LONE. | The Duke of Hereward went out to the close cab that was waiting for him before the door.
He found his valet standing by it, with a pair of railroad rugs over his arm.
He directed the man to mount to a seat beside the cabman, and gave the latter orders where to drive.
Then he entered the cab and closed all the doo... | {
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23 | A STARTLING CHARGE. | The Duke of Hereward was quite unable to account for the look of vindictive and deadly hatred and malice cast on him by Rose Cameron. He could only suppose that she mistook him for some one else, or that she unreasonably resented his active share in the prosecution of the search for the murderers of Sir Lemuel Levison.... | {
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24 | THE VINDICATION. | Mr. Guthrie now requested that the witness Ferguson might be recalled.
The order was given. And the Lone saddler's red-headed apprentice took the stand.
Mr. Guthrie referred to the notes that had been passed to him by the Duke of Hereward, and then said: "Witness, you told the jury that on the night before the mur... | {
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25 | WHO WAS FOUND! | "She is found."
"Who is found? The lost bride, or that mysterious messenger who was with the fugitive an hour before her flight, who was suspected to have lured her away, and who might be able to give a clew to her whereabouts? Good Heaven! why could not the detective have sent a definite message?" thought the duke, ... | {
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26 | OFF THE TRACK. | It was eight o'clock in the morning of a dark and cloudy day, when the duke was finally aroused by the noise and confusion attending the arrival of the Great Northern Express train at King's Cross Station, London.
He shook himself wide awake, adjusted his wrap, and sprang out of his coupe, while yet his servant was b... | {
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27 | IN THE CONVENT. | Salome was tenderly nursed by the nuns during the nine days in which her fever raged with unabated violence.
At the end of that time, having spent all its force, the fever went off, leaving her weak as a child, in mind as well as in body.
As soon as she was convalescent the abbess had her carefully removed from the... | {
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28 | THE SOUL'S STRUGGLE. | That same evening, while the vesper bells were ringing, Salome dressed herself, and, leaning on the arm of the mother-superior headed the procession of the sisterhood as they marched to the chapel and took their seats in the recess behind the screen, which was so cunningly devised, that, while it afforded the nuns a fu... | {
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29 | THE STRANGER IN THE CHAPEL. | "The Duke of Hereward in the congregation?" echoed the abbess, with a troubled look.
"Yes, there in the middle aisle, in the third pew from the altar," replied Salome, in trembling tones.
"No matter. _You_ have nothing to fear, my daughter; you will be protected. _He_ has everything to fear; he is a felon before th... | {
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30 | THE HAUNTER. | The vesper bell called them to the chapel, and the conversation ceased.
Salome joined the procession and entered the choir.
As soon as she had taken her seat she looked through the screen upon the congregation assembled in the public part of the church. A great dread seized her that she should see again the man who... | {
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31 | THE ABBESS' STORY. | "'Not the Duke of Hereward!'" echoed Salome, astonishment now overcoming every other emotion in her bosom.
The abbess bowed her head in grave assent. " 'One whom you thought numbered with the dead, full twenty years ago?'" continued Salome, quoting the lady's own words, and gazing on her face.
"Full twenty-five ye... | {
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32 | THE DUKE'S DOUBLE. | First it is necessary to revert to the history of the Scotts of Lone, Dukes of Hereward.
He who married Salome Levison was the eighth of his princely line. Any one turning to Burke's Peerage of the preceding year, might have read this record of the late duke: "Hereward, Duke of, (Archibald-Alexander-John Scott) Marq... | {
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33 | AFTER THE EARTHQUAKE. | The Baron de la Motte, leaving Captain de Volaski stretched on the ground, to be cared for by the seconds and the surgeon in attendance, went back to the hotel and made preparations to leave San Vito.
Mademoiselle de la Motte, still very weak from recent illness, was placed in a carriage at the risk of her life, and ... | {
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34 | RISEN FROM THE GRAVE. | Waldemar de Volaski, left as dead upon the duelling ground by his antagonist, the Baron de la Motte, was tenderly lifted by his second and the surgeon in attendance, laid upon a stretcher, and conveyed to the infirmary of a neighboring monastery, where he was charitably received by the brethren.
When he was laid upon... | {
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35 | FACE TO FACE. | "Madame, permit me to present to you Count de Volaski, of St. Petersburg--Count, the Duchess of Hereward," said Lord C., with old-time courtesy and formality.
The gentleman bowed low; the lady courtesied; nothing but the close compression of his lips beneath the golden mustache, and the paler shade on her pale cheeks... | {
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36 | A GATHERING STORM. | After a night of sleeplessness and anguish, Valerie arose to a day of duplicity and terror.
The anticipation of the evening was intolerable to her; the prospect of sitting down at her own table between the Duke of Hereward and the Count de Volaski overwhelmed her with a sense of horror and loathing.
Faint, pale, an... | {
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37 | A SENTENCE OF BANISHMENT. | Valerie, in an agony of terror, waited for her expected visitor.
Did she love him, then?
Ah, no! Horror at the position in which she found herself so filled her soul as to leave no room for any softer emotion. She loved no one in the world, not even herself; she wished for nothing on earth but death, and only her r... | {
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38 | THE STORM BURSTS. | The Duke of Hereward arrived at home the next morning. When the fiacre that brought him from the railway station rolled through the porte-cochere into the court yard and drew up before the main entrance of the Hotel de la Motte, he sprang out with almost boyish eagerness, and ran up the stairs, and rang and knocked wit... | {
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39 | THE RIVALS. | The sun was setting behind the western ridge, and throwing a deep shadow over the valley, as the rustic vehicle conveying the Duke of Hereward drew up before the vinedresser's cottage, nestled almost out of sight amid thick foliage and deep shade.
It was the hour of rest, and Beppo, the vine-dresser, sat at the gate,... | {
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40 | AFTER THE STORM. | The Duke of Hereward only remained in town until the arrival of his servants with his effects from Paris.
He avoided looking at the newspapers, which, he knew, must contain exaggerated statements of the duel and its causes, if, indeed, any statement of such horrors could be exaggerated.
On the third day after his a... | {
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41 | FATHER AND SON. | The first part of the letter was written in a much clearer chirography than the latter, where it grew fainter and more irregular as it proceeded, until at last, in the signature, it was so nearly illegible as to baffle the ingenuity of the reader to decipher it; as if, in the course of her task, the strength of the dyi... | {
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42 | HER SON. | The last lines of this sad letter were almost illegible in their faintness and irregularity; and the tangled skein of light scratches that stood proxy for a signature could never have been deciphered by the skill of man.
The Duke of Hereward had grown ten years older in the half hour he had spent in the perusal of th... | {
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43 | THE DUKE'S WARD. | The next morning, at the appointed hour, the Duke of Hereward drove to Langham's, and sent up his card to Mr. John Scott.
The youth himself, to show the greater respect, came down to the public parlor where the duke waited, and after most deferentially welcoming his visitor, conducted him to his own private apartment... | {
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44 | RETRIBUTION. | But a crisis was at hand.
The debts of John Scott increased every year, while the ready means of the Duke of Hereward diminished--everything being engulfed by the Lone restoration maelstrom.
The guardian determined to expostulate with his ward.
He went down to Oxford just before the close of the term. He found hi... | {
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45 | AFTER THE REVELATION. | During the latter portion of the mother-superior's story--the portion that related to the delegalized elder son of the Duke of Hereward--a light had dawned upon the mind of Salome, but so slowly that no sudden shock of joy had been felt, no wild exclamation of astonishment uttered: yet that light had revealed to the am... | {
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46 | RETRIBUTION. | She entered the long dining-hall, where a terrible sight met her eyes.
Stretched upon the table lay a man in the midst of a pool of his own blood!
In the room were gathered a crowd, consisting of three Englishmen, three gend'armes, several countrymen, several out-door servants of the convent, and half a hundred nun... | {
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47 | THE END OF A LOST LIFE. | The Duke of Hereward knew nothing of his wife's presence in the Convent of St. Rosalie.
On his arrival, soon after five o'clock, he was met by the portress, who ushered him into the receiving parlor and sent to warn the abbess of his presence.
The abbess dispatched a message to the surgeon in attendance upon John S... | {
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48 | HUSBAND AND WIFE. | Two hours before this, the lady superior had conducted the young duchess to the private apartment of the abbess, to await the issue of events.
Salome, pale, and trembling with excitement, sank into the nearest chair.
"You do not fear to meet the duke, my child?" inquired the abbess, uneasily, as she also dropped in... | {
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1 | None | The sun has "dropped down," and the "day is dead." The silence and calm of coming night are over everything. The shadowy twilight lies softly on sleeping flowers and swaying boughs, on quiet fountains--the marble basins of which gleam snow-white in the uncertain light--on the glimpse of the distant ocean seen through t... | {
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2 | None | Every day and all day long there is nothing but rehearsing. In every corner two or more may be seen studying together the parts they have to play. Florence Delmaine alone refuses to rehearse her part except in full company, though Mr. Dynecourt has made many attempts to induce her to favor him with a private reading of... | {
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3 | None | "You are late," says Arthur Dynecourt in a low tone. There is no anger in it; there is indeed only a desire to show how tedious have been the moments spent apart from her.
"Have you brought your book, or do you mean to go through your part without it?" Florence asks, disdaining to notice his words, or to betray inter... | {
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4 | None | It is the evening of the theatricals; and in one of the larger drawing-rooms at the castle, where the stage has been erected, and also in another room behind connected with it by folding-doors, everybody of note in the county is already assembled. Fans are fluttering--so are many hearts behind the scenes--and a low buz... | {
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} |
5 | None | Florence, after Dora has left her, sits motionless at her window. She has thrown open the casement, and now--the sleeves of her dressing-gown falling back from her bare rounded arms--leans out so that the descending night-dews fall like a benison upon her burning brow.
She is wrapped in melancholy; her whole soul is ... | {
"id": "16053"
} |
6 | None | "Dear Sir Adrian," says Dora Talbot, laying down her bat upon a garden-chair, and forsaking the game of tennis then proceeding to go forward and greet her host, "where have you been? We have missed you so much. Florence"--turning to her cousin--"will you take my bat, dearest? I am quite tired of trying to defeat Lord L... | {
"id": "16053"
} |
7 | None | Reluctantly, yet with a certain amount of curiosity to know what it is he may wish to say to her, Dora wends her way to the gallery to keep her appointment with Arthur. Pacing to and fro beneath the searching eyes of the gaunt cavaliers and haughty dames that gleam down upon him from their canvases upon the walls, Dyne... | {
"id": "16053"
} |
8 | None | It is now "golden September," and a few days later. For the last fortnight Florence has been making strenuous efforts to leave the castle, but Dora would not hear of their departure, and Florence, feeling it will be selfish of her to cut short Dora's happy hours with her supposed lover, sighs, and gives in, and sacrifi... | {
"id": "16053"
} |
9 | None | The night passes; the next day dawns, deepens, grows into noon, and still nothing happens to relieve the terrible anxiety that is felt by all within the castle as to the fate of its missing master. They weary themselves out wondering, idly but incessantly, what can have become of him.
The second day comes and goes, s... | {
"id": "16053"
} |
10 | None | In the meantime the daylight dwindles, and twilight descends. Even that too departs, and now darkness falls upon the distressed household, and still there is no news of Sir Adrian.
Arthur Dynecourt, who is already beginning to be treated with due respect as the next heir to the baronetcy, has quietly hinted to old La... | {
"id": "16053"
} |
11 | None | Dora, after her interview with Arthur Dynecourt, feels indeed that all is lost. Hope is abandoned--nothing remains but despair; and in this instance despair gains in poignancy by the knowledge that she believes she knows the man who could help them to a solution of their troubles if he would or dared. No; clearly he da... | {
"id": "16053"
} |
12 | None | Slowly and with difficulty they coax Sir Adrian back to life. Ringwood had insisted upon telling the old housekeeper at the castle, who had been in the family for years, the whole story of her master's rescue, and she, with tears dropping down her withered cheeks, had helped Ringwood to remove his clothes and make him ... | {
"id": "16053"
} |
13 | None | When Florence finds her way, at the expiration of the hour, to Dora's room, she discovers that fair little widow dissolved in tears, and indeed sorely perplexed and shamed. The sight of Florence only seems to render her grief more poignant, and when her cousin, putting her arm round her, tries to console her, she only ... | {
"id": "16053"
} |
1 | OUT OF THE MIST | It appears to me, looking back over a past experience, that certain days in one's life stand out prominently as landmarks, when we arrive at some finger-post pointing out the road that we should follow.
We come out of some deep, rutty lane, where the hedgerows obscure the prospect, and where the footsteps of some unk... | {
"id": "16080"
} |
2 | BEHIND THE BARS | It was quite true, as I had told Uncle Max, that the scheme had been no new one; it was no sudden emanation from a girl's brain, morbid with discontent and fruitless longings; it had grown with my youth and had become part of my environment. As a child the thought had come to me as I followed my father into one cottage... | {
"id": "16080"
} |
3 | CINDERELLA | As I opened the schoolroom door a half-forgotten picture of Cinderella came vividly before me.
The fire had burnt low; a heap of black ashes lay under the grate; and by the dull red glow I could see Jill's forlorn figure, very indistinctly, as she sat in her favourite attitude on the rug, her arms clasping her knees ... | {
"id": "16080"
} |
4 | UNCLE MAX BREAKS THE ICE | Uncle Max was one of those men who like to take their own way about things; he never hurried himself, or allowed other people's impatience to get the better of him. 'There is a time for everything, as Solomon says,' was his favourite speech when any one reproached him with procrastination; 'depend upon it, the best wor... | {
"id": "16080"
} |
5 | 'WHEN THE CAT IS AWAY' | Aunt Philippa had one very good point in her character: she was not of a nagging disposition. When she scolded she did it thoroughly, and was perhaps a long time doing it, but she never carried it into the next day.
Jill always said her mother was too indolent for a prolonged effort; but then poor Jill often said nau... | {
"id": "16080"
} |
6 | THE WHITE COTTAGE | Good-bye is an unpleasant word to say, and I said mine as quickly as possible, but I did not like the remembrance of Jill's wet cheek that I had kissed: I was haunted by it during the greater part of my brief journey. For some inexplicable reason I had chosen to arrive at Heathfield late in the afternoon; I wanted to s... | {
"id": "16080"
} |
7 | GILES HAMILTON, ESQ. | It was quite late in the afternoon when I put the last finishing-touches to my sitting-room, and it was already dusk when I left the cottage and walked quickly up the road that led to the vicarage.
My busy day had not tired me, and I should have enjoyed a solitary ramble in spite of the wet roads and dark November sk... | {
"id": "16080"
} |
8 | NEW BROOMS SWEEP CLEAN | We were interrupted just then by Mrs. Drabble, who came in for the tea-things, and, as usual, held a long colloquy with her master on sundry domestic affairs. When she had at last withdrawn, Uncle Max did not resume the subject. I was somewhat disappointed at this, and in spite of my strong antipathy to Mr. Hamilton I ... | {
"id": "16080"
} |
9 | THE FLAG OF TRUCE | It could not be denied that I was extremely tired as I walked down the dark road; but in spite of fatigue my heart felt lighter than it had done since Charlie's death, and the warm glow from the window of my little parlour seemed to welcome me, it looked so snug and bright. My low chair was drawn to the fire, a sort of... | {
"id": "16080"
} |
10 | A DIFFICULT PATIENT | I had a little talk with granny the next day.
Mrs. Marshall was dozing uneasily, and I was sitting by granny, nursing the baby, and waiting for Mr. Hamilton, when I felt her cold wrinkled hand laid on mine.
'What is it, Elspeth?' I asked, thinking she wanted something.
'What put it in your head, my bairn, to do t... | {
"id": "16080"
} |
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