The Tangled Skein
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Baroness Emma Orczy. The Tangled Skein
PART I. MIRRAB – THE WITCH
CHAPTER I. EAST MOLESEY FAIR
CHAPTER II. THE WITCH'S TENT
CHAPTER III. MISCHIEF BREWING
CHAPTER IV. FRIENDS AND ENEMIES
CHAPTER V. LADIES AND GALLANTS
CHAPTER VI. THE LADY URSULA
CHAPTER VII. HIS GRACE OF WESSEX
CHAPTER VIII. SILKEN BONDS
CHAPTER IX. THE VEILED WITCH
PART II. THE LADY URSULA
CHAPTER X. A BEVY OF FAIR MAIDENS
CHAPTER XI. THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL
CHAPTER XII. INTRIGUES
CHAPTER XIII. HIS EMINENCE
CHAPTER XIV. THE DESTINIES OF EUROPE
CHAPTER XV. THE HAND OF FATE
CHAPTER XVI. THE ULTIMATUM
CHAPTER XVII. AN ARMED TRUCE
CHAPTER XVIII. THE VEILED WITCH
PART III. A GAME OF CHESS
CHAPTER XIX. THE PAWNS
CHAPTER XX. DEPARTURE
CHAPTER XXI. THE BLACK KNIGHT
CHAPTER XXII. THE WHITE QUEEN
CHAPTER XXIII. CHECK TO THE QUEEN
CHAPTER XXIV. CHECK TO THE KING
CHAPTER XXV. THE CARDINAL'S MOVE
CHAPTER XXVI. THE PROVOCATION
CHAPTER XXVII. THE FIGHT
CHAPTER XXVIII. THE SEQUEL OF THE COMEDY
CHAPTER XXIX. CHECK-MATE
PART IV. HIS GRACE OF WESSEX
CHAPTER XXX. THOUGHTS
CHAPTER XXXI. MARYE, THE QUEENE
CHAPTER XXXII. A BARGAIN
CHAPTER XXXIII. IN THE LORD CHANCELLOR'S COURT
CHAPTER XXXIV. WESTMINSTER HALL
CHAPTER XXXV. THE TRIAL
CHAPTER XXXVI. AFTERWARDS
CHAPTER XXXVII. THE CARDINAL'S PUPPETS
CHAPTER XXXVIII. THE LAST FAREWELL
CHAPTER XXXIX. A FORLORN HOPE
CHAPTER XL. POOR MIRRAB
CHAPTER XLI. THE END
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Even Noailles, in his letters to his royal master, admits that the weather was glorious, and that the climatic conditions left nothing to be desired.
Even Noailles! Noailles, who detested England as the land of humid atmospheres and ill-dressed women!
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This act of gallantry, however, almost cost him the price of his victory. Ursula Glynde, born and bred in the country, was the daughter of a sturdy Cornish nobleman. Accustomed to ride untamed foals, to have bouts at the broadsword or the poniard with the best man in the county, she would not yield a kiss or own herself vanquished quite as readily as the Spaniard seemed to expect.
With a vigorous jerk of the body she had once more freed herself from the Marquis's grasp, and running up to Margaret, she snatched her by the hand and dragged her away from Lord Everingham, readjusting her hood and mask as she flew towards the booth, vaguely hoping for shelter behind the folds of the tent.
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