The Giant's Robe
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PREFACE
CHAPTER I. AN INTERCESSOR
CHAPTER II. A LAST WALK
CHAPTER III. GOOD-BYE
CHAPTER IV. MALAKOFF TERRACE
CHAPTER V. NEIGHBOURS
CHAPTER VI. SO NEAR AND YET SO FAR
CHAPTER VII. IN THE FOG
CHAPTER VIII. BAD NEWS
CHAPTER IX. A TURNING-POINT
CHAPTER X. REPENTE TURPISSIMUS
CHAPTER XI. REVOLT
CHAPTER XII. LAUNCHED
CHAPTER XIII. A 'THORN AND FLOWER PIECE.'
CHAPTER XIV. IN THE SPRING
CHAPTER XV. HAROLD CAFFYN MAKES A DISCOVERY
CHAPTER XVI. A CHANGE OF FRONT
CHAPTER XVII. IN WHICH MARK MAKES AN ENEMY AND RECOVERS A FRIEND
CHAPTER XVIII. A DINNER PARTY
CHAPTER XIX. DOLLY'S DELIVERANCE
CHAPTER XX. A DECLARATION – OF WAR
CHAPTER XXI. A PARLEY WITH THE ENEMY
CHAPTER XXII. STRIKING THE TRAIL
CHAPTER XXIII. PIANO PRACTICE
CHAPTER XXIV. A MEETING IN GERMANY
CHAPTER XXV. MABEL'S ANSWER
CHAPTER XXVI. VISITS OF CEREMONY
CHAPTER XXVII. CLEAR SKY – AND A THUNDERBOLT
CHAPTER XXVIII. MARK KNOWS THE WORST
CHAPTER XXIX. ON BOARD THE 'COROMANDEL.'
CHAPTER XXX. THE WAY OF TRANSGRESSORS
CHAPTER XXXI. AGAG
CHAPTER XXXII. AT WASTWATER
CHAPTER XXXIII. IN SUSPENSE
CHAPTER XXXIV. ON THE LAUFENPLATZ
CHAPTER XXXV. MISSED FIRE!
CHAPTER XXXVI. LITTLE RIFTS
CHAPTER XXXVII. MARK ACCEPTS A DISAGREEABLE DUTY
CHAPTER XXXVIII. HAROLD CAFFYN MAKES A PALPABLE HIT
CHAPTER XXXIX. CAFFYN SPRINGS HIS MINE
CHAPTER XL. THE EFFECTS OF AN EXPLOSION
CHAPTER XLI. A FINAL VICTORY
CHAPTER XLII. FROM THE GRAVE
CONCLUSION
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IN the heart of the City, but fended off from the roar and rattle of traffic by a ring of shops, and under the shadow of a smoke-begrimed classical church, stands – or rather stood, for they have removed it recently – the large public school of St. Peter's.
Entering the heavy old gate, against which the shops on both sides huddled close, you passed into the atmosphere of scholastic calm which, during working hours, pervades most places of education, and saw a long plain block of buildings, within which it was hard to believe, so deep was the silence, that some hundreds of boys were collected.
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He did not add that he had sent out for some milk for the intruder, and had nursed it on his old knees during morning school, after which he showed it out with every consideration for its feelings; but it was the case nevertheless, for his years amongst boys had still left a soft place in his heart, though he got little credit for it.
'Yes, it's a wearing life, sir, a wearing life,' he went on with less heat, 'hearing generations of stoopid boys all blundering at the same stiff places, and worrying over the same old passages. I'm getting very tired of it; I'm an old man now. "Occidit miseros crambe" – eh, you know how it goes on?'
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