An Isle of Surrey: A Novel

An Isle of Surrey: A Novel
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Dowling Richard. An Isle of Surrey: A Novel

CHAPTER I. WELFORD BRIDGE

CHAPTER II. CRAWFORD'S HOUSE

CHAPTER III. THE PINE GROVES OF LEEHAM

CHAPTER IV. THE MISSING MAN

CHAPTER V. A SECOND APPARITION

CHAPTER VI. CRAWFORD'S INVESTIGATIONS

CHAPTER VII. A VISITOR AT BOLAND'S AIT

CHAPTER VIII. FATHER AND SON

CHAPTER IX. CRAWFORD'S HOME

CHAPTER X. FATHER AND SON

CHAPTER XI "CAN I PLAY WITH THAT LITTLE BOY?"

CHAPTER XII. PHILIP RAY AT RICHMOND

CHAPTER XIII. AN INVITATION ACCEPTED

CHAPTER XIV. THE FIRE AT RICHMOND

CHAPTER XV. HOW WILLIAM GODDARD CHANGED HIS NAME

CHAPTER XVI. AT PLAY

CHAPTER XVII. THE POSTMAN'S HAIL

CHAPTER XVIII. PRIVATE THEATRICALS

CHAPTER XIX. THE TOW-PATH BY NIGHT

CHAPTER XX. A HOSTAGE AT CRAWFORD'S HOUSE

CHAPTER XXI. CRAWFORD SELLS A PATENT

CHAPTER XXII. WILLIAM CRAWFORD'S NIGHTMARE

CHAPTER XXIII "MAN OVERBOARD!"

CHAPTER XXIIV. REWARD FOR A LIFE

CHAPTER XXV. A NEW VISITOR AT CRAWFORD'S HOUSE

CHAPTER XXVI. A BRIDGE OF SIGHS

CHAPTER XXVII. A LAST RESOLVE

CHAPTER XXVIII. WILLIAM CRAWFORD'S LUCK

CHAPTER XXIX. AN INTRUDER UPON THE AIT

CHAPTER XXX. HETTY'S VISIT TO THE AIT

CHAPTER XXXI. BY THE BOY'S BEDSIDE

CHAPTER XXXII. BRAMWELL FINDS A SISTER

CHAPTER XXXIII "I MUST GO TO FETCH HER HOME."

CHAPTER XXXIIV. CRAWFORD'S PLANS FOR THE FUTURE

CHAPTER XXXV. HUSBAND AND WIFE

CHAPTER XXXVI. TEA AT CRAWFORD'S HOUSE

CHAPTER XXXVII. CRAWFORD WRITES HOME

CHAPTER XXXVIII. WILLIAM CRAWFORD FREE

CHAPTER XXXIX. CRAWFORD IS SLEEPLESS

CHAPTER XL. CRAWFORD SLEEPS

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Crawford Street, into which the stranger and his uncouth conductor had turned, was a narrow, dingy, neglected blind lane. The end of it was formed of a brick wall, moss-grown and ragged. On the right hand side were gates and doors of idle wharves, whose rears abutted on the bay; on the left, a long low unbroken wall separating the roadway from a desolate waste, where rubbish might be shot, according to a dilapidated and half-illegible notice-board; but on the plot were only two small mounds of that dreary material, crowned with a few battered rusty iron and tin utensils of undeterminable use.

In the street, which was a couple of hundred yards long, stood the only dwelling. Opposite the door Red Jim drew up, and, pointing, said, "That's Crawford's House. I belong to this neighourhood. I'm called after the place. My name is James Ford. I'm called after the place, same as a lord is called after a place. They found me twenty-nine years ago on the tow-path. Nobody wanted me much then or since. Maybe you're the new Mr. Crawford, and, like me, called after the place too?" He spoke in a tone of curiosity.

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"Why," cried her brother in amused surprise, "where on earth did you get this information?"

"From Mrs. Grainger, whom you sent to help me to-day. Mrs. Grainger knows the history of the whole neighbourhood from the time of Adam."

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