A Hero of the Pen
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E. Werner. A Hero of the Pen
CHAPTER I. Love And Death
CHAPTER II. A Strange Cavalier
CHAPTER III. Was it Sickness or–?
CHAPTER IV. The Hero of the Pen
CHAPTER V. Face to Face
CHAPTER VI. A Strange Presentiment
CHAPTER VII. Lovers, Yet Strangers
CHAPTER VIII. The Heiress at Bay
CHAPTER IX. On the Scent
CHAPTER X. FOR VALUE RECEIVED
CHAPTER XI. The Dawn of War
CHAPTER XII. A Rocket in the Camp
CHAPTER XIII. The Triumph of Pride
CHAPTER XIV. Farewell!
CHAPTER XV. Following the Clue
CHAPTER XVI. An Agonizing Doubt
CHAPTER XVII. The Pen and the Sword
CHAPTER XVIII. The Rival Lovers
CHAPTER XIX. The Lover's Accusation
CHAPTER XX. The Fateful Hour
CHAPTER XXI. A Desperate Resolve
CHAPTER XXII. A Fearful Alternative
CHAPTER XXIII. The Vengeance of Passion
CHAPTER XXIV. The Shadow of Doom
CHAPTER XXV. To the Rescue
CHAPTER XXVI. A Mortal Agony
CHAPTER XXVII. Treason
CHAPTER XXVIII. The Sacrifice of Blood
CHAPTER XXIX. The Murderer and the Attack
CHAPTER XXX. Waiting
CHAPTER XXXI. The Balance of Power
CHAPTER XXXII. The Brand from the Burning
CHAPTER XXXIII. An Unexpected Meeting
CHAPTER XXXIV. The Riddle Solved
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"Well, Miss Jane, a most promising introduction this much bepraised Rhine gives us, to that fatherland of yours! In six-and-thirty hours, I have become mortally weary of the whole country. We landed in such a fog that we couldn't see the shore until we set foot on it; that day we passed in Hamburg there was such a rain that I really thought a second deluge had broken out, and here upon the Rhine, we find a pretty state of things, don't we? I cannot understand how you remain so calm through it all!"
It was indeed no enviable situation, this, which so aroused Mr. Atkins' ire. In a dense fog, in the midst of a drizzling but incessant rain, the heavy post-chaise lay half upset in the middle of the suburban road. The horses already loosed from harness stood near with bowed heads, as if fully comprehending the unfortunate state of affairs, and in a gully by the road side near the broken hind-wheel, sat the postilion, his head bound up with a handkerchief, and groaning as he held his injured foot in both hands. Jane, who with an air of resignation stood by him, paid no heed to Atkins' complaints. She only gave a slight shrug of her shoulders, and persisted in an obstinate silence.
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"Certainly. I live in his house, and indeed"–he passed his hand thoughtfully over his forehead–"I faintly remember having heard that some one was expected there, a young relative, I believe."
"I was certainly expected," said Jane impatiently, "and you will oblige me if you would shorten the waiting of my relatives as much as possible."
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