In Silk Attire: A Novel
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William Black. In Silk Attire: A Novel
CHAPTER I. OVER, AND SAFE
CHAPTER II. THE LOOK BACK
CHAPTER III. THE MARCHIONESS
CHAPTER IV. THE ACTRESS
CHAPTER V. ST. MARY-KIRBY
CHAPTER VI. CHESNUT BANK
CHAPTER VII. BALNACLUITH PLACE
CHAPTER VIII. JULIET
CHAPTER IX. THE COUNT'S BROTHER
CHAPTER X. MISS BRUNEL AT HOME
CHAPTER XI. IN THE PARK
CHAPTER XII. GOOD-BYE
CHAPTER XIII "MIT DEINEN SCHÖNEN AUGEN."
CHAPTER XIV. THE OUTCAST
CHAPTER XV. SCHÖN-ROHTRAUT
CHAPTER XVI. SCHÖNSTEIN
CHAPTER XVII. THE COUNT DISTINGUISHES HIMSELF
CHAPTER XVIII. ONE MORE UNFORTUNATE
CHAPTER XIX. FLIGHT
CHAPTER XX. HOMEWARDS
CHAPTER XXI. IN ENGLAND
CHAPTER XXII. ROSALIND
CHAPTER XXIII. HOME AGAIN
CHAPTER XXIV. A LAST WORD
CHAPTER XXV. EVIL TIDINGS
CHAPTER XXVI. THE COUNT'S CHANCE
CHAPTER XXVII. DOUBTFUL
CHAPTER XXVIII. MOTHER CHRISTMAS'S STORY
CHAPTER XXIX. LEFT ALONE
CHAPTER XXX. THE COUNT HESITATES
CHAPTER XXXI. THE DECISION
CHAPTER XXXII. CONFESSION
CHAPTER XXXIII. THE BAIT IS TAKEN
CHAPTER XXXIV. THE NEW GOVERNESS
CHAPTER XXXV. ANOTHER BLUNDER
CHAPTER XXXVI. AN OLD ADMIRER
CHAPTER XXXVII. POSSESSION
CHAPTER XXXVIII. ORMOND PLACE
CHAPTER XXXIX 'THE COULIN.'
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How still the lake of Thun lay, under the fierce heat! The intense blue of it stretched out and over to the opposite shore, and there lost itself in the soft green reflection of the land; while the only interruption of the perfect surface was a great belt of ruffled light stirred by the wind underneath the promontory of Spiez. Then overhead the misty purple mass of the Niessen; and beyond that again the snowy peaks of the Schreckhorn, Mönch, and Jungfrau glimmering through the faint and luminous haze of the sunlight; and over these the serene blue of a Swiss sky. Down in front of the house the lake narrowed to the sharp point at which it breaks suddenly away into the rapid, surging green-white waters of the Aar; and at this moment, as seen from the open window, two men in a low flat boat were vainly endeavouring to make head against the powerful current.
At the window sate a little girl of about four years old, with large dark grey eyes, a bright, clear face, and magnificent jet-black curls; a doll-looking little thing, perhaps, but for the unusual depth and meaning of those soft, large eyes. All at once she put her elbows on a tiny card-table opposite her, clasped her hands, and said, with a piteous intonation:
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"You think I am led astray by theatrical notions of life?" she said, with a smile. "It was my experience of your 'outside world' which made me resolve that my girl should never suffer that which I have suffered. The resolution is a very old one, sir. But supposing that I should die, would she then have this property – would it belong to her?"
"Undoubtedly, if she chooses to accept it."
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