The Double Life Of Mr. Alfred Burton
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E. Phillips Oppenheim. The Double Life Of Mr. Alfred Burton
The Double Life Of Mr. Alfred Burton
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I. THE FRUIT OF THE TREE II. A TRANSFORMATION III. MR. ALFRED BURTON'S FAMILY IV. A SHOCK TO MR. WADDINGTON V. BURTON'S NEW LIFE VI. A MEETING WITH ELLEN VII. LIE TRUTHFUL AUCTIONEER VIII. HESITATION IX. THE LAND OF ENCHANTMENT X. NO RECONCILIATION XI. THE GATE INTO PARADISE XII. A BOLT FROM THE BLUE XIII. PROOF POSITIVE XIV. THE LEGEND OF THE PERFECT FOOD XV. THE PROFESSOR INSISTS XVI. ENTER MR. BOMFORD! XVII. BURTON DECLINES XVIII. THE END OP A DREAM XIX. A BAD HALF-HOUR XX. ANOTHER COMPLICATION XXI. AN AMAZING TRANSFORMATION XXII. DOUBTS XXIII. CONDEMNED! XXIV. MENATOGEN, THE MIND FOOD XXV. DISCONTENT XXVI. THE END OF A WONDERFUL WORLD XXVII. MR. WADDINGTON ALSO XXVIII. THE REAL ALFRED BURTON XXIX. RICHES AND REPENTANCE XXX. A MAN'S SOUL. THE DOUBLE LIFE
OF. MR. ALFRED BURTON. CHAPTER I. THE FRUIT OF THE TREE
CHAPTER II
A TRANSFORMATION
CHAPTER III
MR. ALFRED BURTON'S FAMILY
CHAPTER IV
A SHOCK TO MR. WADDINGTON
CHAPTER V
BURTON'S NEW LIFE
ALFRED BURTON
CHAPTER VI
A MEETING WITH ELLEN
CHAPTER VII
THE TRUTHFUL AUCTIONEER
CHAPTER VIII
HESITATION
CHAPTER IX
THE LAND OF ENCHANTMENT
CHAPTER X
NO RECONCILIATION
CHAPTER XI
THE GATE INTO PARADISE
CHAPTER XII
A BOLT FROM THE BLUE
CHAPTER XIII
PROOF POSITIVE
CHAPTER XIV
THE LEGEND OF THE PERFECT FOOD
CHAPTER XV
THE PROFESSOR INSISTS
CHAPTER XVI
ENTER MR. BOMFORD!
CHAPTER XVII
BURTON DECLINES
CHAPTER XVIII
THE END OF A DREAM
CHAPTER XIX
A BAD HALF-HOUR
CHAPTER XX
ANOTHER COMPLICATION
CHAPTER XXI
AN AMAZING TRANSFORMATION
CHAPTER XXII
DOUBTS
CHAPTER XXIII
CONDEMNED!
CHAPTER XXIV
MENATOGEN, THE MIND FOOD
CHAPTER XXV
DISCONTENT
CHAPTER XXVI
THE END OF A WONDERFUL WORLD
CHAPTER XXVII
MR. WADDINGTON ALSO
CHAPTER XXVIII
THE REAL ALFRED BURTON
CHAPTER XXIX
RICHES AND REPENTANCE
CHAPTER XXX
A MAN'S SOUL
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E. Phillips Oppenheim
Published by Good Press, 2019
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As soon as he was out of the station, his troubles began again. A veil seemed to have been torn from before his eyes. Just as in London every face into which he had looked, every building which he had passed, had seemed to him unfamiliar, appealing to an altered system of impressions, so here, during that brief walk, a new disgust was born in him. The showy-looking main street with its gingerbread buildings, all new and glittering with paint, appalled him. The larger villas—self-conscious types all reeking with plaster and false decorations—set him shivering. He turned into his own street and his heart sank. Something had indeed touched his eyes and he saw new and terrible things. The row of houses looked as though they had come out of a child's playbox. They were all untrue, shoddy, uninviting. The waste space on the other side of the unmade street, a repository for all the rubbish of the neighborhood, brought a groan to his lips. He stopped before the gate of his own little dwelling. There were yellow curtains in the window, tied back with red velvet. Even with the latch of the gate in his hand, he hesitated. A child in a spotted velveteen suit and a soiled lace collar, who had been playing in the street, greeted him with an amazed shout and then ran on ahead.
"Mummy, come and look at Daddy!" the boy shrieked. "He's cut off all the hair from his lip and he's got such funny clothes on! Do come and look at his hat!"
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