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George Barr McCutcheon. Viola Gwyn
Viola Gwyn
Table of Contents
PROLOGUE
THE BEGINNING
CHAPTER I — SHELTER FOR THE NIGHT
CHAPTER II — THE STRANGE YOUNG WOMAN
CHAPTER III — SOMETHING ABOUT CLOTHES, AND MEN, AND CATS
CHAPTER IV — VIOLA GWYN
CHAPTER V — REFLECTIONS AND AN ENCOUNTER
CHAPTER VI — BARRY LAPELLE
CHAPTER VII — THE END OF THE LONG ROAD
CHAPTER VIII — RACHEL CARTER
CHAPTER IX — BROTHER AND SISTER
CHAPTER X — MOTHER AND DAUGHTER
CHAPTER XI — A ROADSIDE MEETING
CHAPTER XII — ISAAC STAIN APPEARS BY NIGHT
CHAPTER XIII — THE GRACIOUS ENEMY
CHAPTER XIV — A MAN FROM DOWN THE RIVER
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CHAPTER XV — THE LANDING OF THE "PAUL REVERE"
CHAPTER XVI — CONCERNING TEMPESTS AND INDIANS
CHAPTER XVII — REVELATIONS
CHAPTER XVIII — RACHEL DELIVERS A MESSAGE
CHAPTER XIX — LAPELLE SHOWS HIS TEETH
CHAPTER XX — THE BLOW
CHAPTER XXI — THE AFFAIR AT HAWK'S CABIN
CHAPTER XXII — THE PRISONERS
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CHAPTER XXIII — CHALLENGE AND RETORT
CHAPTER XXIV — IN AN UPSTAIRS ROOM
CHAPTER XXV — MINDA CARTER
CHAPTER XXVI — THE FLIGHT OF MARTIN HAWK
CHAPTER XXVII — THE TRIAL OF MOLL HAWK
"BARRY LAPELLE."
CHAPTER XXVIII — THE TRYSTING PLACE OF THOUGHTS
CHAPTER XXIX — THE ENDING
THE END
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George Barr McCutcheon
Published by Good Press, 2021
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"'Round this way," he called out, making off toward the corner of the cabin. "Don't mind the dogs. They won't bite, long as I'm here."
The wind was wailing through the stripped trees behind the house,—a sombre, limitless wall of trees that seemed to close in with smothering relentlessness about the lonely cabin and its raw field of stumps. The angry, low-lying clouds and the hastening dusk of an early April day had by this time cast the gloom of semi-darkness over the scene. Spasmodic bursts of lightning laid thin dull, unearthly flares upon the desolate land, and the rumble of apple-carts filled the ear with promise of disaster. The chickens had gone to roost; several cows, confined in a pen surrounded by the customary stockade of poles driven deep into the earth and lashed together with the bark of the sturdy elm, were huddled in front of a rude shed; a number of squealing, grunting pigs nosed the cracks in the rail fence that formed still another pen; three or four pompous turkey gobblers strutted unhurriedly about the barnlot, while some of their less theatrical hens perched stiffly, watchfully on the sides of a clumsy wagon-bed over against the barn. Martins and chimney-swallows darted above the cabin and out-buildings, swirling in mad circles, dipping and careening with incredible swiftness.
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