A Search For A Secret: A Novel. Volume 3

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Henty George Alfred. A Search For A Secret: A Novel. Volume 3

CHAPTER I. GREAT CHANGES

CHAPTER II. A QUIET TIME

CHAPTER III. A STRANGE PROFESSION

CHAPTER IV. AN ODD WOOING

CHAPTER V. TERRIBLE TIDINGS

CHAPTER VI. THE SEARCH RENEWED

CHAPTER VII. A BROKEN LIFE

CHAPTER VIII. RISEN FROM THE DEAD

CHAPTER IX. PREPARED FOR THE ATTEMPT

CHAPTER X. THE SPY IN THE CAMP

CHAPTER XI. OFF GUARD

CHAPTER XII. FOUND!

CHAPTER XIII. A VAIN PURSUIT

CHAPTER XIV. ENJOYING THE SPOILS

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It was dusk when we got to Putney. We had left all our heavy baggage, to be sent up after us when we should have got into a house, and had brought up only what we should require for the present. We got into one of the rickety-looking flies standing at the station, and told the man to drive us to No. 12, Charlemagne Villas. We were soon there, and in the uncertain light we could see that it was a little detached house standing in a garden, and cut off from its neighbours and the road by a wall.

The driver got down and rang at the bell, and the gate, or rather the door in the wall, was opened by a small servant-girl.

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After we had been in our new home about a fortnight, I wrote to tell Ada where we were. I had not done so before, because I did not wish her to come down to see us till we were quite straight, and had everything very nice: it was a little bit of pride, perhaps, but so it was. I had received a letter from her a week after dear papa's death, condoling with us, and asking Polly and me to go and stay with her for a while, when we felt equal to it, until our future plans were settled; and I had written back, thanking her, and telling her I would let her know when things were arranged. After that, I had not sent my usual monthly letter to her, but, as I had written myself to Percy, that did not matter. The day before I wrote, I had received a letter from her, which was forwarded from Canterbury, asking what had become of me, and this I now answered by giving our present address, and saying how pleased we should be to see her.

On the very day after I had written to Ada, an open carriage with a splendid pair of horses stopped in front of our house, and a tall powdered footman got down, opened the gate and came down the little walk, with a rather mystified air, as if wondering what his mistress could possibly want at No. 1, Daisy Villas.

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