Young Blood

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Hornung Ernest William. Young Blood

CHAPTER I. THE OLD HOME

CHAPTER II. THE BREAKING OF THE NEWS

CHAPTER III. THE SIN OF THE FATHER

CHAPTER IV. THE NEW HOME

CHAPTER V. A WET BLANKET

CHAPTER VI. THE GAME OF BLUFF

CHAPTER VII. ON RICHMOND HILL

CHAPTER VIII. A MILLIONAIRE IN THE MAKING

CHAPTER IX. THE CITY OF LONDON

CHAPTER X. A FIRST OFFENCE

CHAPTER XI. BEGGAR AND CHOOSER

CHAPTER XII. THE CHAMPION OF THE GODS

CHAPTER XIII. THE DAY OF BATTLE

CHAPTER XIV. A CHANGE OF LUCK

CHAPTER XV. IT NEVER RAINS BUT IT POURS

CHAPTER XVI. A DAME'S SCHOOL

CHAPTER XVII. AT FAULT

CHAPTER XVIII. MR. SCRAFTON

CHAPTER XIX. ASSAULT AND BATTERY

CHAPTER XX. BIDING HIS TIME

CHAPTER XXI. HAND TO HAND

CHAPTER XXII. MAN TO MAN

CHAPTER XXIII. THE END OF THE BEGINNING

CHAPTER XXIV. YOUNG INK

CHAPTER XXV. SCRAFTON'S STORY

CHAPTER XXVI. A MASTERSTROKE

CHAPTER XXVII. RESTITUTION

CHAPTER XXVIII. A TALE APART

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Harry was in three minds in as many seconds: he would hide, he would rush out and learn the truth, he would first see who it was that had followed him at such an hour. The last impulse prevailed, and the study was the room from which to peep. Harry crept in on tiptoe, past the bookshelves eloquently bare, to the bow-window with the drawn Venetian blinds. Slightly raising one of the laths, he could see everything as the cab drew up at the steps.

The cab-door was flung open and out sprang an utter stranger to Harry Ringrose. This was a middle-aged man of the medium height, wearing a somewhat shabby tall hat and a frock-coat which shone unduly in the strong sunlight. He had a fresh complexion, a reddish moustache streaked with grey, a sharp-pointed nose, and a very deep chin which needed shaving; but what struck Harry first and last were the keen, decisive eyes, twinkling behind glasses with gold rims, which went straight to the broken window and surveyed it critically before their owner had set foot on the steps. It seemed that the cabman saw it too and made some remark; for the fare turned upon him, paid him and slammed his door, and ordered him off in a very peremptory voice which Harry heard distinctly. The cab turned in the sweep and disappeared among the trees. Then the stranger came slowly up the steps, with his eyes once more fixed upon the broken window. In another moment they had run like lightning over the face of the house, and, before Harry had time to move, had met his own.

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Lowndes opened his eyes, and the sharp nose twitched amusement.

"If I were in your place that would be the worst part of all. I have no sympathy with creditors as a class."

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