A Life's Secret

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Henry Wood. A Life's Secret

PART THE FIRST

CHAPTER I. WAS THE LADY MAD?

CHAPTER II. CHANGES

CHAPTER III. AWAY TO LONDON

CHAPTER IV. DAFFODIL'S DELIGHT

CHAPTER V. MISS GWINN'S VISIT

CHAPTER VI. TRACKED HOME

CHAPTER VII. MR. SHUCK AT HOME

CHAPTER VIII. FIVE THOUSAND POUNDS!

CHAPTER IX. THE SEPARATION OF HUNTER AND HUNTER

PART THE SECOND

CHAPTER I. A MEETING OF THE WORKMEN

CHAPTER II. CALLED TO KETTERFORD

CHAPTER III. TWO THOUSAND POUNDS

CHAPTER IV. AGITATION

PART THE THIRD

CHAPTER I. A PREMATURE AVOWAL

CHAPTER II. MR. COX

CHAPTER III 'I THINK I HAVE BEEN A FOOL.'

CHAPTER IV. SOMEBODY 'PITCHED INTO.'

CHAPTER V. A GLOOMY CHAPTER

CHAPTER VI. THE LITTLE BOY AT REST

CHAPTER VII. MR. DUNN'S PIGS BROUGHT TO MARKET

CHAPTER VIII. A DESCENT FOR MR. SHUCK

CHAPTER IX. ON THE EVE OF BANKRUPTCY

CHAPTER X. THE YEARS GONE BY

CHAPTER XI. RELIEF

CHAPTER XII. CONCLUSION

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On the outskirts of Ketterford, a town of some note in the heart of England, stood, a few years ago, a white house, its green lawn, surrounded by shrubs and flowers, sloping down to the high road. It probably stands there still, looking as if not a day had passed over its head since, for houses can be renovated and made, so to say, new again, unlike men and women. A cheerful, bright, handsome house, of moderate size, the residence of Mr. Thornimett.

At the distance of a short stone's-throw, towards the open country, were sundry workshops and sheds—a large yard intervening between them and the house. They belonged to Mr. Thornimett; and the timber and other characteristic materials lying about the yard would have proclaimed their owner's trade without the aid of the lofty sign-board—'Richard Thornimett, Builder and Contractor.' His business was extensive for a country town.

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'No! you never saw me, and you never saw somebody else!' she panted, in a tone that would have been mockingly sarcastic, but for its wild passion. 'You did not change the current of my whole life! you did not turn another to madness! These equivocations are worthy of you.'

'If you are not insane, you must be mistaking me for some other person,' he replied, his tone none of the mildest, though perfectly calm. 'I repeat that, to my knowledge, I never set eyes upon you in my life. Woman! have you no regard for your own safety? The horse will kill you! Don't you see that I cannot control him?'

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