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Anthony Trollope. THE LAST CHRONICLE OF BARSET
THE LAST CHRONICLE OF BARSET
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Table of Contents
Chapter I. How Did He Get It?
Chapter II. By Heavens He Had Better Not!
Chapter III. The Archdeacon’s Threat
Chapter IV. The Clergyman’s House at Hogglestock
Chapter V. What the World Thought About It
Chapter VI. Grace Crawley
Chapter VII. Miss Prettyman’s Private Room
Chapter VIII. Mr. Crawley Is Taken to Silverbridge
Chapter IX. Grace Crawley Goes to Allington
Chapter X. Dinner at Framley Court
Chapter XI. The Bishop Sends His Inhibition
Chapter XII. Mr. Crawley Seeks for Sympathy
Chapter XIII. The Bishop’s Angel
Chapter XIV. Major Grantly Consults a Friend
Chapter XV. Up in London
Chapter XVI. Down at Allington
Chapter XVII. Mr. Crawley Is Summoned to Barchester
Chapter XVIII. The Bishop of Barchester Is Crushed
Chapter XIX. Where Did It Come From?
Chapter XX. What Mr. Walker Thought About It
Chapter XXI. Mr. Robarts on His Embassy
Chapter XXII. Major Grantly at Home
Chapter XXIII. Miss Lily Dale’s Resolution
Chapter XXIV. Mrs. Dobbs Broughton’s Dinner-Party
Chapter XXV. Miss Madalina Demolines
Chapter XXVI. The Picture
Chapter XXVII. A Hero at Home
Chapter XXVIII. Showing How Major Grantly Took a Walk
Chapter XXIX. Miss Lily Dale’s Logic
Chapter XXX. Showing What Major Grantly Did After His Walk
Chapter XXXI. Showing How Major Grantly Returned to Guestwick
Chapter XXXII. Mr. Toogood
Chapter XXXIII. The Plumstead Foxes
Chapter XXXIV. Mrs. Proudie Sends for Her Lawyer
Chapter XXXV. Lily Dale Writes Two Words in Her Book
Chapter XXXVI. Grace Crawley Returns Home
Chapter XXXVII. Hook Court
Chapter XXXVIII. Jael
Chapter XXXIX. A New Flirtation
Chapter XL. Mr. Toogood’s Ideas About Society
Chapter XLI. Grace Crawley at Home
Chapter XLII. Mr. Toogood Travels Professionally
Chapter XLIII. Mr. Crosbie Goes Into the City
Chapter XLIV “I Suppose I Must Let You Have It”
Chapter XLV. Lily Dale Goes to London
Chapter XLVI. The Bayswater Romance
Chapter XLVII. Dr. TEMPEST AT THE PALACE
Chapter XLVIII. The Softness of Sir Raffle Buffle
Chapter XLIX. Near the Close
Chapter L. Lady Lufton’s Proposition
Chapter LI. Mrs. Dobbs Broughton Piles Her Fagots
Chapter LII. Why Don’t You Have an “It” for Yourself?
Chapter LIII. Rotten Row
Chapter LIV. The Clerical Commission
Chapter LV. Framley Parsonage
Chapter LVI. The Archdeacon Goes to Framley
Chapter LVII. A Double Pledge
Chapter LVIII. The Crossgrainedness of Men
Chapter LIX. A Lady Presents Her Compliments to Miss L. D
Chapter LX. The End of Jael and Sisera
Chapter LXI “It’s Dogged as Does It”
Chapter LXII. Mr. Crawley’s Letter to the Dean
Chapter LXIII. Two Visitors to Hogglestock
Chapter LXIV. The Tragedy in Hook Court
Chapter LXV. Miss Van Siever Makes Her Choice
Chapter LXVI. Requiescat in Pace
Chapter LXVII. in Memoriam
Chapter LXVIII. The Obstinacy of Mr. Crawley
Chapter LXIX. Mr. Crawley’s Last Appearance In His Own Pulpit
Chapter LXX. Mrs. Arabin Is Caught
Chapter LXXI. Mr. Toogood at Silverbridge
Chapter LXXII. Mr. Toogood at “the Dragon of Wantly”
Chapter LXXIII. There Is Comfort at Plumstead
Chapter LXXIV. The Crawleys Are Informed
Chapter LXXV. Madalina’s Heart Is Bleeding
Chapter LXXVI. I Think He Is Light of Heart
Chapter LXXVII. The Shattered Tree
Chapter LXXVIII. The Arabins Return to Barchester
Chapter LXXIX. Mr. Crawley Speaks of His Coat
Chapter LXXX. Miss Demolines Desires to Become a Finger-post
Chapter LXXXI. Barchester Cloisters
Chapter LXXXII. The Last Scene at Hogglestock
Chapter LXXXIII. Mr. Crawley Is Conquered
Chapter LXXXIV. Conclusion
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Anthony Trollope
Chapter II. By Heavens He Had Better Not!
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All Hogglestock believed their parson to be innocent; but then all Hogglestock believed him to be mad. At Silverbridge the tradesmen with whom he had dealt, and to whom he had owed, and still owed, money, all declared him to be innocent. They knew something of the man personally, and could not believe him to be a thief. All the ladies in Silverbridge, too, were sure of his innocence. It was to them impossible that such a man should have stolen twenty pounds. “My dear,” said the eldest Miss Prettyman to poor Grace Crawley, “in England, where the laws are good, no gentleman is ever made out to be guilty when he is innocent; and your papa, of course, is innocent. Therefore you should not trouble yourself.” “It will break papa’s heart,” Grace had said, and she did trouble herself. But the gentlemen in Silverbridge were made of sterner stuff, and believed the man to be guilty, clergyman and gentleman though he was. Mr. Walker, who among the lights in Silverbridge was the leading light, would not speak a word upon the subject to anybody; and then everybody, who was anybody, knew that Mr. Walker was convinced of the man’s guilt. Had Mr. Walker believed him to be innocent, his tongue would have been ready enough. John Walker, who was in the habit of laughing at his father’s good nature, had no doubt upon the subject. Mr. Winthrop, Mr. Walker’s partner, shook his head. People did not think much of Mr. Winthrop, excepting certain unmarried ladies; for Mr. Winthrop was a bachelor, and had plenty of money. People did not think much of Mr. Winthrop; but still on this subject he might know something, and when he shook his head he manifestly intended to indicate guilt. And Dr. Tempest, the rector of Silverbridge, did not hesitate to declare his belief in the guilt of the incumbent of Hogglestock. No man reverences a clergyman, as a clergyman, so slightly as a brother clergyman. To Dr. Tempest it appeared to be neither very strange nor very terrible that Mr. Crawley should have stolen twenty pounds. “What is a man to do,” he said, “when he sees his children starving? He should not have married on such a preferment as that.” Mr. Crawley had married, however, long before he got the living of Hogglestock.
There were two Lady Luftons,—motherin-law and daughter-in-law,—who at this time were living together at Framley Hall, Lord Lufton’s seat in the county of Barset, and they were both thoroughly convinced of Mr. Crawley’s innocence. The elder lady had lived much among clergymen, and could hardly, I think, by any means have been brought to believe in the guilt of any man who had taken upon himself the orders of the Church of England. She had also known Mr. Crawley personally for some years, and was one of those who could not admit to herself that any one was vile who had been near to herself. She believed intensely in the wickedness of the outside world, of the world which was far away from herself, and of which she never saw anything; but they who were near to her, and who had even become dear to her, or who even had been respected by her, were made, as it were, saints in her imagination. They were brought into the inner circle, and could hardly be expelled. She was an old woman who thought all evil of those she did not know, and all good of those whom she did know; and as she did know Mr. Crawley, she was quite sure he had not stolen Mr. Soames’s twenty pounds. She did know Mr. Soames also; and thus there was a mystery for the unravelling of which she was very anxious. And the young Lady Lufton was equally sure, and perhaps with better reason for such certainty. She had, in truth, known more of Mr. Crawley personally, than had any one in the county, unless it was the dean. The younger Lady Lufton, the present Lord Lufton’s wife, had sojourned at one time in Mr. Crawley’s house, amidst the Crawley poverty, living as they lived, and nursing Mrs. Crawley through an illness which had well nigh been fatal to her; and the younger Lady Lufton believed in Mr. Crawley,—as Mr. Crawley also believed in her.
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