A Jacobite Exile

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Henty George Alfred. A Jacobite Exile

Preface

Chapter 1: A Spy in the Household

Chapter 2: Denounced

Chapter 3: A Rescue

Chapter 4: In Sweden

Chapter 5: Narva

Chapter 6: A Prisoner

Chapter 7: Exchanged

Chapter 8: The Passage of the Dwina

Chapter 9: In Warsaw

Chapter 10: In Evil Plight

Chapter 11: With Brigands

Chapter 12: Treed By Wolves

Chapter 13: A Rescued Party

Chapter 14: The Battle Of Clissow

Chapter 15: An Old Acquaintance

Chapter 16: In England Again

Chapter 17: The North Coach

Chapter 18: A Confession

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On the borders of Lancashire and Westmoreland, two centuries since, stood Lynnwood, a picturesque mansion, still retaining something of the character of a fortified house. It was ever a matter of regret to its owner, Sir Marmaduke Carstairs, that his grandfather had so modified its construction, by levelling one side of the quadrangle, and inserting large mullion windows in that portion inhabited by the family, that it was in no condition to stand a siege, in the time of the Civil War.

Sir Marmaduke was, at that time, only a child, but he still remembered how the Roundhead soldiers had lorded it there, when his father was away fighting with the army of the king; how they had seated themselves at the board, and had ordered his mother about as if she had been a scullion, jeering her with cruel words as to what would have been the fate of her husband, if they had caught him there, until, though but eight years old, he had smitten one of the troopers, as he sat, with all his force. What had happened after that, he did not recollect, for it was not until a week after the Roundheads had ridden away that he found himself in his bed, with his mother sitting beside him, and his head bandaged with cloths dipped in water. He always maintained that, had the house been fortified, it could have held out until help arrived, although, in later years, his father assured him that it was well it was not in a position to offer a defence.

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"Follow me, gentlemen, and scatter through the gardens," Sir Marmaduke roared. "The villain has escaped!"

For a few minutes, there was a hot pursuit through the shrubbery and gardens, but nothing was discovered. Charlie had been so shaken that he was unable to join the pursuit, but, having got on to his feet, remained leaning against the wall until his father came back.

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