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Edmund Yates. Land at Last
Land at Last
Table of Contents
Book the First
CHAPTER I. IN THE STREETS
CHAPTER II. THE BRETHREN OF THE BRUSH
CHAPTER III. BLOTTED OUT
CHAPTER IV. ON THE DOORSTEP
CHAPTER V. THE LETTER
CHAPTER VI. THE FIRST VISIT
CHAPTER VII. CHEZ POTTS
CHAPTER VIII. THROWING THE FLY
CHAPTER IX. SUNSHINE IN THE SHADE
CHAPTER X. YOUR WILLIAM
CHAPTER XII. UNDER THE HARROW
CHAPTER XIII. AT THE PRIVATE VIEW
CHAPTER XIV. THOSE TWAIN ONE FLESH
Book the Second
CHAPTER I. NEW RELATIONS
CHAPTER II. MARGARET
CHAPTER III. ANNIE
CHAPTER IV. ALGY BARFORD'S NEWS
CHAPTER V. SETTLING DOWN
CHAPTER VI. AT HOME
CHAPTER VII. WHAT THEIR FRIENDS THOUGHT
CHAPTER VIII. MARGARET AND ANNIE
CHAPTER IX. MR. AMPTHILL'S WILL
CHAPTER X. LADY BEAUPORT'S PLOT
CHAPTER XI. CONJECTURES
CHAPTER XII. GATHERING CLOUDS
CHAPTER XIII. MR. STOMPFF'S DOUBTS
CHAPTER XIV. THREATENING
CHAPTER XV. LADY BEAUPORT'S PLOT COLLAPSES
Book the Third
CHAPTER I. THE WHOLE TRUTH
CHAPTER II. THE REVERSE OF THE MEDAL
CHAPTER III. GONE TO HIS REST
CHAPTER IV. THE PROTRACTED SEARCH
CHAPTER V. DISMAY
CHAPTER VI. A CLUE
CHAPTER VII. TRACKED
CHAPTER VIII. IN THE DEEP SHADOW
CHAPTER IX. CLOSING IN
CHAPTER X. AFTER THE WRECK
CHAPTER XI. LAND AT LAST
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Edmund Yates
A Novel
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"All that is over now; he has left the country, and the chances are that we shall never see nor even hear from him again." A moan from the Countess shook his voice for a second, but he proceeded: "It was to tell you this that I sent for you. You and I, Caterham, will have to enter upon this subject once more to-morrow, when some business arrangements have to be made. On all other occasions, recollect, it is tabooed. Let his name be blotted out from our memories, and let him be as if he had never lived."
As Earl Beauport ceased speaking he gathered himself together and walked towards the door, never trusting himself to look for an instant towards where his wife sat cowering in grief, lest his firmness should desert him. Down the stairs he went, until entering his library he shut the door behind him, locked it, and throwing himself into his chair, leant his head on the desk, and covering it with his hands gave way to a passion of sobs which shook his strong frame as though he were convulsed. Then rising, he went to the book-case, and taking out a large volume, opened it, and turned to the page immediately succeeding the cover. It was a big old-fashioned Bible, bound in calf, with a hideous ancient woodcut as a frontispiece representing the Adoration of the Wise Men; but the page to which Lord Beauport turned, yellow with age, was inscribed in various-coloured inks, many dim and faded, with the names of the old Brakespere family, and the dates of their births, marriages, and deaths. Old Martin Brakespere's headed the list; then came his son's, with "created Baron Beauport" in the lawyer's own skimpy little hand, in which also was entered the name of the musical-amateur peer, his son; then came George Brakespere's bold entry of his own name and his wife's, and of the names of their two sons. Over the last entry Lord Beauport paused for a few minutes, glaring at it with eyes which did not see it, but which had before them a chubby child, a bright handsome Eton boy, a dashing guardsman, a "swell" loved and petted by all, a fugitive skulking in an assumed name in the cabin of a sea-tossed ship; then he took up a pen and ran it through the entry backwards and forwards until the name was completely blotted out; and then he fell again into his train of thought. The family dinner-hour was long since passed; the table was laid, all was ready, and the French cook and the grave butler were in despair: but Lord Beauport still sat alone in his library with old Martin Brakespere's Bible open before him.
