Behind the Throne
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Le Queux William. Behind the Throne
Chapter One. The Cat’s-Paw
Chapter Two. Friends of her Excellency
Chapter Three. In which Mary Reveals Certain Suspicions
Chapter Four. Contains a Mystery
Chapter Five. Is Mainly about a Woman
Chapter Six. Discloses Certain Strange Facts
Chapter Seven. An Afternoon at Thornby
Chapter Eight. The Traitor
Chapter Nine. His Excellency Learns the Truth
Chapter Ten “For Mary’s Sake.”
Chapter Eleven. The Secret Agent
Chapter Twelve. Concerns some Curious Instructions
Chapter Thirteen. The Villa San Donato
Chapter Fourteen. In the Silence of Night
Chapter Fifteen. The Peril of a Nation
Chapter Sixteen. Father and Daughter
Chapter Seventeen. The Sazarac Affair
Chapter Eighteen. Counting the Cost
Chapter Nineteen. The Sacrifice
Chapter Twenty. Tells the Truth
Chapter Twenty One. The Ear of the Minister
Chapter Twenty Two. Concerns a Man’s Duty
Chapter Twenty Three. The Plot
Chapter Twenty Four. In the Chamber of Deputies
Chapter Twenty Five. Billy Grenfell is Philosophic
Chapter Twenty Six. A Millionaire’s Tactics
Chapter Twenty Seven. Vito is Inquisitive
Chapter Twenty Eight “Was Sazarac your Friend?”
Chapter Twenty Nine. Around the Throne
Chapter Thirty. The Path of the Tempter
Chapter Thirty One. In which a Double Game is Played
Chapter Thirty Two. The Birth of Love
Chapter Thirty Three. Mrs Fitzroy’s Governess
Chapter Thirty Four. In Confidence
Chapter Thirty Five. The Captain is Outspoken
Chapter Thirty Six. In the Twilight Hour
Chapter Thirty Seven. At Orton Court Again
Chapter Thirty Eight “Silence for Silence!”
Chapter Thirty Nine. Revelations
Chapter Forty. The Story of Captain Solaro
Chapter Forty One. A Woman’s Freedom
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Her Excellency Signora Morini was an Englishwoman, and for that reason the Minister rented Orton Court, that picturesque old Queen Anne house in Leicestershire, where, with their daughter Mary, they each year spent August and September, the two blazing months of the Italian summer.
Standing back amid wide level lawns, high box-hedges, quaint old flower-gardens, and spreading cedars, about four miles out of Rugby on the Leicester road, it dominated a wide stretch of rich, undulating pastures of bright fresh green, so pleasing to the eye after the sun-baked, thirsty land of Italy. The house, a quaint, rambling old place full of odd nooks and corners, was of time-mellowed red brick, partly ivy-covered, with a wide stone portico, spacious hall, and fine oak staircase. One wing, that which faced the tennis-lawn, was covered with roses, while around the lawn itself were iron arches over which trailing roses also grew in abundant profusion.
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She was speaking of Italy, and life there in winter, without, of course, mentioning the official position of her father, when he said —
“Ah! I too love Italy. I have been to Rome and Florence several times. Both cities are delightful – even to the mere visitor like myself.”
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