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L. T. Meade. The Rebel of the School
The Rebel of the School
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I
SENT TO COVENTRY!
CHAPTER II
HIGH LIFE AND LOW LIFE
CHAPTER III
THE WILD IRISH GIRL
CHAPTER IV
THE HOME-SICK AND THE REBELLIOUS
CHAPTER V
WIT AND GENIUS: THE PLAN PROPOUNDED
CHAPTER VI
THE POOR TIRED ONE
CHAPTER VII
THE QUEEN AND HER SECRET SOCIETY
CHAPTER VIII
THE BOX FROM DUBLIN AND ITS TREASURES
CHAPTER IX
CONSCIENCE AND DIFFICULTIES
CHAPTER X
THE WILD IRISH GIRLS' SOCIETY IS STARTED
CHAPTER XI
THE BLOUSE AND THE ROBBERY
CHAPTER XII
TOM HOPKINS AND HIS WAY WITH AUNT CHURCH
CHAPTER XIII
AUNT CHURCH AT DINNER AND THE CONSEQUENCES THEREOF
CHAPTER XIV
RUTH RESIGNS THE PREMIERSHIP
CHAPTER XV
THE SCHOLARSHIP: TROUBLE IS BREWING
CHAPTER XVI
KATHLEEN TAKES RUTH TO TOWN
CHAPTER XVII
MISS KATIE O'FLYNN AND HER NIECE
CHAPTER XVIII
SUSY HOPKINS PERSUADES AUNT CHURCH
CHAPTER XIX
RUTH'S TROUBLES AND SUSY'S PREPARATIONS
CHAPTER XX
THE GOVERNORS OF THE SCHOOL EXAMINE RUTH
CHAPTER XXI
THE SOCIETY MEETS AT MRS. CHURCH'S COTTAGE
CHAPTER XXII
RUTH'S HARD CHOICE: SHE CONSULTS HER GRANDFATHER
CHAPTER XXIII
RUTH WILL NOT BETRAY KATHLEEN
CHAPTER XXIV
KATHLEEN AND GRANDFATHER CRAVEN
CHAPTER XXV
KATHLEEN HAS A GOOD TIME IN LONDON
CHAPTER XXVI
THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE LEDGER
CHAPTER XXVII
AFTER THE FUN COMES THE DELUGE
CHAPTER XXVIII
WHO WAS THE RINGLEADER?
CHAPTER XXIX
END OF THE GREAT REBELLION
THE END
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L. T. Meade
Published by Good Press, 2019
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Lessons went on in their usual orderly fashion. At eleven o'clock there was a break for a quarter of an hour. The girls streamed into the playground. The playground was very large, and was asphalted, and in consequence quite dry and pleasant to walk on. There was a field just beyond, and into this field the girls now strolled by twos and twos. Kathleen O'Hara clung to Ruth Craven's arm; she kept talking to her and asking her questions.
"You needn't reply unless you like, pet," she said. "All I want is just to look into your face. I adore beauty; I worship it more than anything else on earth. I was brought up in the midst of it. I never saw anything uglier than poor old Towser when he broke his leg and cut his upper jaw; but although he was ugly, he was the darling of my heart. He died, and I cried a lot. I can't quite get over it. Yes, I suppose I am uncivilised, and I never want to be anything else. Do you think I want to copy those nimby-pimby girls over there, or that lot, or that?"
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