Peccavi

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Hornung Ernest William. Peccavi

I. DUST TO DUST

II. THE CHIEF MOURNER

III. A CONFESSION

IV. MIDSUMMER NIGHT

V. THE MAN ALONE

VI. FIRE

VII. THE SINNER'S PRAYER

VIII. THE LORD OF THE MANOR

IX. A DUEL BEGINS

X. THE LETTER OF THE LAW

XI. LABOUR OF HERCULES

XII. A FRESH DISCOVERY

XIII. DEVICES OF A CASTAWAY

XIV. THE LAST RESORT

XV. HIS OWN LAWYER

XVI. END OF THE DUEL

XVII. THREE WEEKS AND A NIGHT

XVIII. THE NIGHT'S WORK

XIX. THE FIRST WINTER

XX. THE WAY OF PEACE

XXI. AT THE FLINT HOUSE

XXII. A LITTLE CHILD

XXIII. DESIGN AND ACCIDENT

XXIV. GLAMOUR AND RUE

XXV. SIGNS OF CHANGE

XXVI. A VERY FEW WORDS

XXVII. AN ESCAPE

XXVIII. THE TURNING TIDE

XXIX. A HAVEN OF HEARTS

XXX. THE WOMAN'S HOUR

XXXI. ADVENT EVE

XXXII. THE SECOND TIME

XXXIII. SANCTUARY

Отрывок из книги

Jasper Musk remained some minutes at the grave, alone, and more than ever a mark for curious eyes; his own were raised, and his lips moved with a significance difficult to mistake, but in him yet more difficult to accept. The infidelity of the man was notorious, and, indeed, the raised face was not the face of prayer. It was flint bathed in gall, too bitter for faith, too savage for sorrow; it was a frozen sea of wrinkles without a single ripple of agitation. Yet the lips moved, and were still moving when Jasper Musk passed through the crowd now assembled about the gate, erect though halt, a glitter in his eyes, but that was all.

As the folk had waited and made way for him in the church, so they waited and made way outside. Thus, as he limped down into the road, Musk had the village almost to himself. He turned to the right, and the west wind blew in his face, strong and warm, with cloud upon cloud of yellow dust; overhead the other clouds flew high and white and broken, a flotilla of small sail upon the blue. But Musk was done gazing at the sky, neither did he look right or left as he trudged in the middle of the road. So the saddler's place, and then the woody opening of the road to Linkworth, with the white bridge gleaming through the trees, and the ripe leaves purling in the wind like summer surf, all fell behind on the left; as, on the right, did the rectory gate, terminating that same flint wall which had been the children's grand stand. Rectory, church, and glebe stood all together, an indivisible trinity, with open uplands east and north. Westward began the cottages, buff-coloured, thatched; and it was cottages for half a mile, but healthy cottages, with plenty of space between, here a wheatfield, there a meadow; for every householder of Long Stow has also his holding of land, and there is no more independent parish in East Anglia. Of private houses that are not cottages, however, the village has only three: the rectory at one end, the hall near the other, and the Flint House between the two.

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"But I promised you should never know! You've made me break my solemn word! He'll know I've broken it!"

"Yes, I'm going to learn him a thing or two. Will you let me by?"

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