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Hallie Erminie Rives. Satan Sanderson
Satan Sanderson
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I AS A MAN SOWS
CHAPTER II DOCTOR MOREAU
CHAPTER III THE COMING OF A PRODIGAL
CHAPTER IV THE LANE THAT HAD NO TURNING
CHAPTER V THE BISHOP SPEAKS
CHAPTER VI WHAT CAME OF A WEDDING
CHAPTER VII OUT OF THE DARK
CHAPTER VIII "AM I MY BROTHER'S KEEPER?"
CHAPTER IX AFTER A YEAR
CHAPTER X THE GAME
CHAPTER XI HALLELUJAH JONES TAKES A HAND
CHAPTER XII THE FALL OF THE CURTAIN
CHAPTER XIII THE CLOSED DOOR
CHAPTER XIV THE WOMAN WHO REMEMBERED
CHAPTER XV THE MAN WHO HAD FORGOTTEN
CHAPTER XVI THE AWAKENING
CHAPTER XVII AT THE TURN OF THE TRAIL
CHAPTER XVIII THE STRENGTH OF THE WEAK
CHAPTER XIX THE EVIL EYE
CHAPTER XX MRS. HALLORAN TELLS A STORY
CHAPTER XXI A VISIT AND A VIOLIN
CHAPTER XXII THE PASSING OF PRENDERGAST
CHAPTER XXIII A RACE WITH DEATH
CHAPTER XXIV ON SMOKEY MOUNTAIN
CHAPTER XXV THE OPEN WINDOW
CHAPTER XXVI LIKE A THIEF IN THE NIGHT
CHAPTER XXVII INTO THE GOLDEN SUNSET
CHAPTER XXVIII THE TENANTLESS HOUSE
CHAPTER XXIX THE CALL OF LOVE
CHAPTER XXX IN A FOREST OF ARDEN
CHAPTER XXXI THE REVELATION OF HALLELUJAH JONES
CHAPTER XXXII THE WHITE HORSE SKIN
CHAPTER XXXIII THE RENEGADE
CHAPTER XXXIV THE TEMPTATION
CHAPTER XXXV FELDER TAKES A CASE
CHAPTER XXXVI THE HAND AT THE DOOR
CHAPTER XXXVII THE PENITENT THIEF
CHAPTER XXXVIII A DAY FOR THE STATE
CHAPTER XXXIX THE UNSUMMONED WITNESS
CHAPTER XL FATE'S WAY
CHAPTER XLI FELDER WALKS WITH DOCTOR BRENT
CHAPTER XLII THE RECKONING
CHAPTER XLIII THE LITTLE GOLD CROSS
CHAPTER XLIV THE IMPOSTOR
CHAPTER XLV AN APPEAL TO CÆSAR
CHAPTER XLVI FACE TO FACE
CHAPTER XLVII BETWEEN THE MILLSTONES
CHAPTER XLVIII THE VERDICT
CHAPTER XLIX THE CRIMSON DISK
CHAPTER L WHEN DREAMS COME TRUE
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Hallie Erminie Rives
Published by Good Press, 2021
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It was a very different figure that reëntered the larger room a half-hour later, from the slinking mud-lark that had climbed the rose-trellis. The old Hugh lay, a heap of soiled and sodden garments; the new stood forth shaven, fragrant with fresh linen and clean and fit apparel. The maudlin had vanished, the gaze was unvexed and bright, the whole man seemed to have settled into himself, to have grown trim, nonchalant, debonair. He held up his hand, palm outward, between the electric globe and his eye—there was not a tremor of nerve or muscle. He smiled. No headache, no fever, no uncertain feet or trembling hands or swollen tongue, after more than a week of deep potations. He could still "sober-up" as he used to do (with Blake the butler to help him) when it had been a mere matter of an evening's tipsiness! And how fine it felt to be decently clad again!
He crossed to a cheval-glass. The dark handsome face that looked out at him was clean-cut and aristocratic, perfect save for one blemish—a pale line that slanted across the right brow, a birth-mark, resembling a scar. All his life this mark had been an eyesore to its owner. It had a trick of turning an evil red under the stress of anger or emotion.
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