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Frances Hodgson Burnett. A Lady of Quality
A Lady of Quality
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I—The twenty-fourth day of November 1690
CHAPTER II—In which Sir Jeoffry encounters his offspring
CHAPTER III—Wherein Sir Jeoffry’s boon companions drink a toast
CHAPTER IV—Lord Twemlow’s chaplain visits his patron’s kinsman, and Mistress Clorinda shines on her birthday night
CHAPTER V—“Not I,” said she. “There thou mayst trust me. I would not be found out.”
CHAPTER VI—Relating how Mistress Anne discovered a miniature
CHAPTER VII—’Twas the face of Sir John Oxon the moon shone upon
CHAPTER VIII—Two meet in the deserted rose garden, and the old Earl of Dunstanwolde is made a happy man
CHAPTER IX—“I give to him the thing he craves with all his soul—myself”
CHAPTER X—“Yes—I have marked him”
CHAPTER XI—Wherein a noble life comes to an end
CHAPTER XII—Which treats of the obsequies of my Lord of Dunstanwolde, of his lady’s widowhood, and of her return to town
CHAPTER XIII—Wherein a deadly war begins
CHAPTER XIV—Containing the history of the breaking of the horse Devil, and relates the returning of his Grace of Osmonde from France
CHAPTER XV—In which Sir John Oxon finds again a trophy he had lost
CHAPTER XVI—Dealing with that which was done in the Panelled Parlour
CHAPTER XVII—Wherein his Grace of Osmonde’s courier arrives from France
CHAPTER XVIII—My Lady Dunstanwolde sits late alone and writes
CHAPTER XIX—A piteous story is told, and the old cellars walled in
CHAPTER XX—A noble marriage
CHAPTER XXI—An heir is born
CHAPTER XXII—Mother Anne
CHAPTER XXIII—“In One who will do justice, and demands that it shall be done to each thing He has made, by each who bears His image”
CHAPTER XXIV—The doves sate upon the window-ledge and lowly cooed and cooed
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Frances Hodgson Burnett
Published by Good Press, 2019
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He picked up the crop from the place where she had thrown it, and forthwith gave it in her hand. She took it, but was no more in the humour to beat him, and as she looked still frowning from him to the whip, the latter brought back to her mind the horse she had set out in search of.
“Where is my horse?” she said, and ’twas in the tone of an imperial demand. “Where is he?”
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