Mohawks: A Novel. Volume 2 of 3

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Braddon Mary Elizabeth. Mohawks: A Novel. Volume 2 of 3

CHAPTER I "IN OPPOSITION AGAINST FATE AND HELL."

CHAPTER II "I STAND UPON THE GROUND OF MINE OWN HONOUR."

CHAPTER III "THEY WERE BORN POOR, LIVED POOR, AND POOR THEY DIED."

CHAPTER IV "YOU STOP MY TONGUE, AND TEACH MY HEART TO SPEAK."

CHAPTER V "AND IN SUCH CHOICE SHALL STAND MY WEALTH AND WOE."

CHAPTER VI "THE LADIES THERE MUST NEEDS BE ROOKS."

CHAPTER VII "IN PLAYHOUSE AND IN PARK ABOVE THE REST."

CHAPTER VIII "YET STILL I AM IN LOVE, AND PLEASED WITH RUIN."

CHAPTER IX "AND, LO! MY WORLD IS BANKRUPT OF DELIGHT."

CHAPTER X "FORGET, RENOUNCE ME, HATE WHATE'ER WAS MINE."

CHAPTER XI "AND WE SHALL FADE, AND LEAVE OUR TASK UNDONE."

CHAPTER XII "BY FOREIGN HANDS THY DYING EYES WERE CLOSED."

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Lavendale left Ringwood Abbey more than ever in love with his former mistress, and savagely jealous of her other admirers, from Bolingbroke downwards. But it was against her husband that his hatred was deadliest. Those dark stories of Mr. Topsparkle's youth and ripening years had taken a strong grip upon Lavendale's mind. He had been a profligate himself, and his own wild youth gave him but little justification for setting up as a moralist; but Lavendale's sins had been the vices of an accomplished gentleman, sunning his follies in the full blaze of notoriety, parading his amours, his gambling adventures and duels, advertising all his laxities of conduct and opinion, glorying in his shame; while Topsparkle's vices had been dark and secret, obscure as the rites of an antique religion, only guessed at dimly by the multitude.

To Lavendale the very presence of the man inspired loathing, albeit Mr. Topsparkle was generally esteemed a very pretty fellow, and a wonder of careful preservation and artistic treatment.

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"I know not, unless he went as sailor or soldier, and flung away a life which he could not maintain as a civilian. He had sunk pretty low when he became my fellow-lodger, and was trying to live by his pen. He had inherited a strong attachment to the King over the water, and wrote on the losing side, a fatal mistake, till he turned his coat at my advice, and scribbled for the Whigs. I am at heart a friend to the Stuarts, but I have got my bread by abusing them. Half my living at one time was made out of Father Peter and the warming-pan."

"How long is it since you saw this gentleman?"

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