Fallen Fortunes

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Everett-Green Evelyn. Fallen Fortunes

CHAPTER I. ON THE FIELD OF RAMILLIES

CHAPTER II. HARTSBOURNE

CHAPTER III. THE SCHEMING KINSMAN

CHAPTER IV. ON THE ROAD

CHAPTER V. A HIGH-BORN DAME

CHAPTER VI. THE PASTIMES OF THE TOWN

CHAPTER VII. A FAIR FACE

CHAPTER VIII. A STARTLING DISCOVERY

CHAPTER IX "A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS."

CHAPTER X "THE OLD LION."

CHAPTER XI. THE LION'S DEN

CHAPTER XII. TRIUMPH

CHAPTER XIII. THE HERO OF THE HOUR

CHAPTER XIV. FICKLE FORTUNE

CHAPTER XV. DARK DAYS

CHAPTER XVI. A NIGHT ADVENTURE

CHAPTER XVII. IN THE HOUSE OF THE DUKE

CHAPTER XVIII "GOOD QUEEN ANNE."

CHAPTER XIX. LOVE'S TRIUMPHING

CHAPTER XX. MERRY AS A MARRIAGE BELL

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The soft June dusk was falling with dewy freshness over smiling meadow and forest glade, and the long, long shadows were melting away in the dimness of a night that would never be dark, when Grey Dumaresq halted upon the brow of a little hill, and gazed before and around him with eager pleasure, not untinged with wistfulness.

Somewhere amid those swelling woodlands lying to the south-west lay his childhood's home. He had hoped to make this spot ere the sun sank; and then he knew he could have traced the gleam of the shining streamlet, slipping like a silver streak between masses of sombre green. He might even, if the leaves had not made too thick a screen, have descried the twisted chimneys and timbered gables of the old house itself. His heart beat and his throat swelled as he gazed out over the darkening prospect. How he had loved that home of his so long as it had been blessed by his mother's presence there! With what proud delight had he sometimes pictured to himself the time when it might be his own, his very own! From childhood he had been called "the little master – the little heir." If his mother had not dubbed him so, the servants had. For Sir Hugh Dumaresq, alas, had not been a man to inspire either affection or respect in the hearts of servants or of son, and the child had dreamed dreams of the golden days which he and his mother might some day enjoy, when he should be lord of all, and live to wipe away tears from her eyes, and ensure that nothing should trouble or harass her again.

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The sound of a bolt slipped back gave evidence of this, and next moment the door was opened from within, a shaggy head was thrust forth, and an old man, evidently just risen from his bed, gazed for a moment at the intruder, who stood plainly revealed in the moonlight and uttered a heartfelt exclamation.

"Heaven be praised! – it is Sir Grey himself!"

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