Jack Hinton: The Guardsman
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Lever Charles James. Jack Hinton: The Guardsman
CHAPTER I. A FAMILY PARTY
CHAPTER II. THE IRISH PACKET
CHAPTER III. THE CASTLE
CHAPTER IV. THE BREAKFAST
CHAPTER V. THE REVIEW IN THE PHOENIX
CHAPTER VI. THE SHAM BATTLE
CHAPTER VII. THE ROONEYS
CHAPTER VIII. THE VISIT
CHAPTER IX. THE BALL
CHAPTER X. A FINALE TO AN EVENING
CHAPTER XI. A NEGOTIATION
CHAPTER XII. A WAGER
CHAPTER XIII. A NIGHT OF TROUBLE
CHAPTER XIV. THE PARTING
CHAPTER XV. THE LETTER FROM HOME
CHAPTER XVI. A MORNING IN TOWN
CHAPTER XVII. AN EVENING IN TOWN
CHAPTER XVIII. A CONFIDENCE
CHAPTER XIX. THE CANAL-BOAT
CHAPTER XX. SHANNON HARBOUR
CHAPTER XXI. LOUGHREA
CHAPTER XXII. A MOONLIGHT CANTER
CHAPTER XXIII. MAJOR MAHON AND HIS QUARTERS
CHAPTER XXIV. THE DEVIL’S GRIP
CHAPTER XXV. THE STEEPLECHASE
CHAPTER XXVI. THE DINNER-PARTY AT MOUNT BROWN
CHAPTER XXVII. THE RACE BALL
CHAPTER XXVIII. THE INN FIRE
CHAPTER XXIX. THE DUEL
CHAPTER XXX. A COUNTRY DOCTOR
CHAPTER XXXI. THE LETTER-BAG
CHAPTER XXXII. BOB MAHON AND THE WIDOW
CHAPTER XXXIII. THE PRIEST’S GIG
CHAPTER XXXIV. THE MOUNTAIN PASS
CHAPTER XXXV. THE JOURNEY
CHAPTER XXXVI. MURRANAKILTY
CHAPTER XXXVII. SIR SIMON
CHAPTER XXXVIII. ST. SENAN’S WELL
CHAPTER XXXIX. AN UNLOOKED-FOR MEETING
CHAPTER XL. THE PRIEST’S KITCHEN
CHAPTER XLI. TIPPERARY JOE
CHAPTER XLII. THE HIGHROAD
CHAPTER XLIII. THE ASSIZE TOWN
CHAPTER XLIV. THE BAD DINNER
CHAPTER XLV. THE RETURN
CHAPTER XLVI. FAREWELL TO IRELAND
CHAPTER XLVII. LONDON
CHAPTER XLVIII. AN UNHAPPY DISCLOSURE
CHAPTER XLIX. THE HORSE GUARDS
CHAPTER L. THE RETREAT FROM BURGOS
CHAPTER LI. A MISHAP
CHAPTER LII. THE MARCH
CHAPTER LIII. VITTORIA
CHAPTER LIV. THE RETREAT
CHAPTER LV. THE FOUR-IN-HAND
CHAPTER LVI. ST. DENIS
CHAPTER LVII. PARIS IN 1814
CHAPTER LVIII THE RONI FÊTE
CHAPTER LIX. FRESCATI’S
CHAPTER LX. DISCLOSURES
CHAPTER LXI. NEW ARRIVALS
CHAPTER LXII. CONCLUSION
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It was on a dark and starless night in February, 181 – , as the last carriage of a dinner-party had driven from the door of a large house in St. James’s-square, when a party drew closer around the drawing-room fire, apparently bent upon that easy and familiar chit-chat the presence of company interdicts.
One of these was a large and fine-looking man of about five-and-forty, who, dressed in the full uniform of a general officer, wore besides the ribbon of the Bath; he leaned negligently upon the chimney-piece, and, with his back towards the fire, seemed to follow the current of his own reflections: this was my Father.
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“Mr. Hinton, your Excellency,” said O’Grady for the third time, while the Duke wiped his eye with his napkin, and, pushing his chair a little back from the table, motioned me to approach.
“Ah, Hinton, glad to see you; how is your father? – a very old friend of mine, indeed; and Lady Charlotte – well, I hope? O’Grady tells me you’ve had an accident – something slight, I trust. So these are the despatches.” Here he broke the seal of the envelope, and ran his eye over the contents. “There, that’s your concern.” So saying, he pitched a letter across the table to a shrewd-looking personage in a horse-shoe wig. “They won’t do it, Dean, and we must wait. Ah! – so they don’t like my new commissioners; but, Hinton, my boy, sit down. O’Grady, have you room there? A glass of wine with you.”
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