Clash of Arms
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John Bloundelle-Burton. Clash of Arms
CHAPTER I. THE BRAVO
CHAPTER II. THE WRONG THAT WAS DONE
CHAPTER III. ONE SUMMER NIGHT
CHAPTER IV "WHAT HAVE I STUMBLED ON?"
CHAPTER V "HIS NAME IS-WHAT?"
CHAPTER VI. THE VICOMTE DE BOIS-VALLÉE
CHAPTER VII. THE HONOUR OF THE HOUSE
CHAPTER VIII. THE FIRST MEETING
CHAPTER IX. THE FURY OF DESPAIR
CHAPTER X "THE LITTLE WOOD AT ENTZHEIM."
CHAPTER XI. INNOCENT
CHAPTER XII. A LIKENESS AND A CLUE
CHAPTER XIII. TO REMIREMONT
CHAPTER XIV. ACROSS THE MOUNTAINS
CHAPTER XV "HE IS MINE. MUST BE MINE NOW!"
CHAPTER XVI. THE HOUSE OF THE ENEMY
CHAPTER XVII "A WOMAN IS THERE"
CHAPTER XVIII. THE SLEEPERS
CHAPTER XIX. WHERE IS DE BOIS-VALLÉE?
CHAPTER XX. ACROSS THE CHASM
CHAPTER XXI. IN THE ENEMY'S HOUSE
CHAPTER XXII. MARION WYATT
CHAPTER XXIII. L'ESPÉE CARNACIERE
CHAPTER XXIV. THE WEIRD WOMAN
CHAPTER XXV.<</a> THE UNEXPECTED
CHAPTER XXVI. A TRAPPED WOLF
CHAPTER XXVII. NEARER AND NEARER
CHAPTER XXVIII. ESCAPE
CHAPTER XXIX. THE LAST CHANCE
CHAPTER XXX. FREE!
CHAPTER XXXI. THE STORY OF MARION WYATT
CHAPTER XXXII. MORE LIGHT
CHAPTER XXXIII. THE LAST MEETING
CHAPTER XXXIV. ADIEU
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"Tell me all, Philip," Andrew Vause said to his brother some two or three evenings later, as he sat in the sick man's room, "tell me all. I must know what has brought you to this." While, as he spoke, there came a frown upon his face that did not pass off for a while-not, indeed, until he had taken two deep draughts from a tankard that stood by his side, and which old Bridget ever brought in and placed near to his hand when he went to spend an hour or so with Philip.
Full of excitement as this man's life had been for years-since the soldier of fortune had fought at Candia, and at Choczim with Sobieski, and taken part in many other frays, to say nothing of countless skirmishes-he was now as gentle a companion as Philip could have desired. Nay, sometimes, old Bridget would almost grow jealous as she observed how softly he could turn and smooth a pillow, or sit patiently by his brother listening to many of the querulous complaints usual to some invalids, or, to while away the dreary hours of that poor invalid, would tell him of courts and camps and strange doings in other lands. So jealous, indeed, did the old woman grow-or think she had grown-that she would forbid Andrew the sick room except at stated hours, and, pretending that it was not good for him to pass his days there, bid him go off and ride upon the downs, or attend the hawking parties of a neighbouring squire, or take a rod and catch a dish of trout in the stream.
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"Marion Wyatt."
"And his-this Frenchman's?"
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