A Fluttered Dovecote
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Fenn George Manville. A Fluttered Dovecote
Chapter One. Memory the First – Mamma Makes a Discovery
Chapter Two. Memory the Second – The Cedars, Allsham
Chapter Three. Memory the Third – Infelicity. Again a Child
Chapter Four. Memory the Fourth – A Terrible Surprise
Chapter Five. Memory the Fifth – I Get into Difficulties
Chapter Six. Memory the Sixth – Germs that Bud
Chapter Seven. Memory the Seventh – French with a Master
Chapter Eight. Memory the Eighth – One of my Sins
Chapter Nine. Memory the Ninth – A Guilty Conscience
Chapter Ten. Memory the Tenth – The Language of Love
Chapter Eleven. Memory the Eleventh – A Catastrophe
Chapter Twelve. Memory the Twelfth – Than next Morning
Chapter Thirteen. Memory the Thirteenth – So very Wicked
Chapter Fourteen. Memory the Fourteenth – Anticipated Joys
Chapter Fifteen. Memory the Fifteenth – ’Twixt Cup and Lip
Chapter Sixteen. Memory the Sixteenth – Pangs
Chapter Seventeen. Memory the Seventeenth – In Dreadful Daring
Chapter Eighteen. Memory the Eighteenth – In Terrible Suspense
Chapter Nineteen. Memory the Nineteenth – Our New Guardian
Chapter Twenty. Memory the Twentieth – The New Prisoner
Chapter Twenty One. Memory the Twenty-First – I Suffer
Chapter Twenty Two. Memory the Twenty-Second – Weak Woman
Chapter Twenty Three. Memory the Twenty-Third – The Horror of my Blighted Life
Chapter Twenty Four. Memory the Twenty-Fourth – Fate
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I sincerely hope the readers of all this do not expect to find any plot or exciting mystery; because, if they do, they will be most terribly disappointed, since I am not leading them into the realms of fiction. No lady is going to be poisoned; there is no mysterious murder; neither bigamy, trigamy, nor quadrigamy; in fact, not a single gamy in the book, though once bordering upon that happy state. Somebody does not turn out to be somebody else, and anybody is not kept out of his rightful property by a false heir, any more than a dreadfully good man’s wife runs away from him with a very wicked roué, gets injured in a railway accident, and then comes back to be governess to her own children, while her husband does not know her again.
Oh, no! there is no excitement of that kind, nothing but a twelvemonth’s romance of real life; the spreading of the clouds of sorrow where all was sunshine; the descent of a bitter blight, to eat into and canker a young rose-bud. But there, I won’t be poetical, for I am not making an album.
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“I’m so glad to find that you are to be in our room,” said Clara, who was a tall, dark-haired, handsome girl. “We were afraid it would turn out to be some cross, frumpy, stuck-up body, weren’t we, Patty?”
“I’m sure I don’t know,” said the odious thing, whose words all sounded fat and sticky. “I thought you said that you wouldn’t have anybody else in our room. I wish it was tea-time.”
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