Gabriel Conroy
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Harte Bret. Gabriel Conroy
BOOK I. ON THE THRESHOLD
CHAPTER I. WITHOUT
CHAPTER II. WITHIN
CHAPTER III. GABRIEL
CHAPTER IV. NATURE SHOWS THEM THE WAY
CHAPTER V. OUT OF THE WOODS – INTO THE SHADOW
CHAPTER VI. FOOTPRINTS
CHAPTER VII. IN WHICH THE FOOTPRINTS BEGIN TO FADE
CHAPTER VIII. THE FOOTPRINTS GROW FAINTER
CHAPTER IX. IN WHICH THE FOOTPRINTS ARE LOST FOR EVER
BOOK II. AFTER FIVE YEARS
CHAPTER I. ONE HORSE GULCH
CHAPTER II. MADAME DEVARGES
CHAPTER III. MRS. MARKLE
CHAPTER IV. IN WHICH THE ARTFUL GABRIEL IS DISCOVERED
CHAPTER V. SIMPLICITY versus SAGACITY
BOOK III. THE LEAD
CHAPTER I. AN OLD PIONEER OF '49
CHAPTER II. A CLOUD OF WITNESSES
CHAPTER III. THE CHARMING MRS. SEPULVIDA
CHAPTER IV. FATHER FELIPE
CHAPTER V. IN WHICH THE DONNA MARIA MAKES AN IMPRESSION
CHAPTER VI. THE LADY OF GRIEF
CHAPTER VII. A LEAF OUT OF THE PAST
CHAPTER VIII. THE BULLS OF THE BLESSED TRINITY
BOOK IV. DRIFTING
CHAPTER I. MR. AND MRS. CONROY AT HOME
CHAPTER II. IN WHICH THE TREASURE IS FOUND – AND LOST
CHAPTER III. MR. DUMPHY MEETS AN OLD FRIEND
CHAPTER IV. MR. JACK HAMLIN TAKES A HOLIDAY
CHAPTER V. VICTOR MAKES A DISCOVERY
CHAPTER VI. AN EXPERT
BOOK V. THE VEIN
CHAPTER I. IN WHICH GABRIEL RECOGNISES THE PROPRIETIES
CHAPTER II. TRANSIENT GUESTS AT THE GRAND CONROY
CHAPTER III. IN WHICH MR. DUMPHY TAKES A HOLIDAY
CHAPTER IV. MR. DUMPHY HAS NEWS OF A DOMESTIC CHARACTER
CHAPTER V. MRS. CONROY HAS AN UNEXPECTED VISITOR
CHAPTER VI. GABRIEL DISCARDS HIS HOME AND WEALTH
CHAPTER VII. WHAT PASSED UNDER THE PINE AND WHAT REMAINED THERE
BOOK VI. A DIP
CHAPTER I. MR. HAMLIN'S RECREATION CONTINUED
CHAPTER II. MR. HAMLIN TAKES A HAND
CHAPTER III. IN WHICH MR. DUMPHY TAKES POINSETT INTO HIS CONFIDENCE
CHAPTER IV. MR. HAMLIN IS OFF WITH AN OLD LOVE
CHAPTER V. THE THREE VOICES
CHAPTER VI. MR. DUMPHY IS PERPLEXED BY A MOVEMENT IN REAL ESTATE
CHAPTER VII. IN WHICH BOTH JUSTICE AND THE HEAVENS FALL
CHAPTER VIII. IN TENEBRIS SERVARE FIDEM
CHAPTER IX. IN WHICH HECTOR ARISES FROM THE DITCH
BOOK VII. THE BED ROCK
CHAPTER I. IN THE TRACK OF A STORM
CHAPTER II. THE YELLOW ENVELOPE
CHAPTER III. GABRIEL MEETS HIS LAWYER
CHAPTER IV. WHAT AH FE DOES NOT KNOW
CHAPTER V. THE PEOPLE V. JOHN DOE alias GABRIEL CONROY, AND JANE ROE alias JULIE CONROY. BEFORE BOOMPOINTER, J
CHAPTER VI. IN REBUTTAL
CHAPTER VII. A FAMILY GREETING
CHAPTER VIII. IN WHICH THE FOOTPRINTS RETURN
CHAPTER IX. IN WHICH MR. HAMLIN PASSES
CHAPTER X. IN THE OLD CABIN AGAIN
CHAPTER XI. THE RETURN OF A FOOTPRINT
CHAPTER XII. FRAGMENT OF A LETTER FROM OLYMPIA CONROY TO GRACE POINSETT
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Snow. Everywhere. As far as the eye could reach – fifty miles, looking southward from the highest white peak, – filling ravines and gulches, and dropping from the walls of cañons in white shroud-like drifts, fashioning the dividing ridge into the likeness of a monstrous grave, hiding the bases of giant pines, and completely covering young trees and larches, rimming with porcelain the bowl-like edges of still, cold lakes, and undulating in motionless white billows to the edge of the distant horizon. Snow lying everywhere over the California Sierras on the 15th day of March 1848, and still falling.
It had been snowing for ten days: snowing in finely granulated powder, in damp, spongy flakes, in thin, feathery plumes, snowing from a leaden sky steadily, snowing fiercely, shaken out of purple-black clouds in white flocculent masses, or dropping in long level lines, like white lances from the tumbled and broken heavens. But always silently! The woods were so choked with it – the branches were so laden with it – it had so permeated, filled and possessed earth and sky; it had so cushioned and muffled the ringing rocks and echoing hills, that all sound was deadened. The strongest gust, the fiercest blast, awoke no sigh or complaint from the snow-packed, rigid files of forest. There was no cracking of bough nor crackle of underbrush; the overladen branches of pine and fir yielded and gave way without a sound. The silence was vast, measureless, complete! Nor could it be said that any outward sign of life or motion changed the fixed outlines of this stricken landscape. Above, there was no play of light and shadow, only the occasional deepening of storm or night. Below, no bird winged its flight across the white expanse, no beast haunted the confines of the black woods; whatever of brute nature might have once inhabited these solitudes had long since flown to the lowlands.
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"No," said Gabriel, "you must stay here and do up the house; and mind you keep out o' the woods until your work's done. Besides," he added, loftily, "I've got some business with Mrs. Markle."
"Oh, Gabe!" said Olly, shining all over her face with gravy and archness.
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