Aunt Olive in Bohemia

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LM. Aunt Olive in Bohemia
Aunt Olive in Bohemia
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I. THE BEGINNING OF THE FAIRY TALE
CHAPTER II. ANCIENT HISTORY
CHAPTER III. THE LADY OF THE BLUE DRESS
CHAPTER IV. THE COURTYARD
CHAPTER V. IN BOHEMIA
CHAPTER VI. THE FAUN IN THE GARDEN
CHAPTER VII. THE SIX ARTISTS OF THE COURTYARD
CHAPTER VIII. A MAN’S CONSCIENCE
CHAPTER IX. VISITORS
CHAPTER X. THE CASA DI CORLEONE
CHAPTER XI. A MEETING
CHAPTER XII. PRINCESS PIPPA AWAKES
CHAPTER XIII. AT THE WORLD’S END
CHAPTER XIV. VARIOUS MATTERS
CHAPTER XV. A QUESTION OF COLOUR
CHAPTER XVI. THE LADY OF THE BLUE DRESS AGAIN
CHAPTER XVII. THE DUCHESSA ENTERS A KINGDOM
CHAPTER XVIII. BARNABAS SCHEMES WITH CUPID
CHAPTER XIX. THE INTERFERENCE OF A FAIRY GODMOTHER
CHAPTER XX. THE HEART OF NATURE
CHAPTER XXI. THE RING OF EROS
CHAPTER XXII. AN OLD MAN IN A GARDEN
CHAPTER XXIII. ANDREW MCANDREW
CHAPTER XXIV. THE CRUELTY OF THE FATES
CHAPTER XXV. IN YORKSHIRE
CHAPTER XXVI. PIPPA’S MOTHER
CHAPTER XXVII. MICHAEL MAKES MUSIC
CHAPTER XXVIII. THE PEACE OF THE RIVER
CHAPTER XXIX. SOME TWISTED THREADS
CHAPTER XXX. KNOTS UNTIED
CHAPTER XXXI. THE TUNE OF LOVE
CHAPTER XXXII. A WEDDING DAY
CHAPTER XXXIII. A GIFT FROM THE DEAD
CHAPTER XXXIV. THE MUSIC OF TWO COURTYARDS
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Published by Good Press, 2021
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She examined the carriage in which she was seated. The number on the door was seven hundred and seventy-seven. Miss Mason had a secret partiality for certain numbers, seven being her favourite. She was seven years old when she had her first silk frock. It was a blue and white check frock, and her hair—Miss Mason at that time wore it in two plaits—had been tied with blue ribbons. Seventeen had been, up to date, the happiest year of her life. But more of that year anon. At twenty-seven she had been allowed the entrance of Miss Stanhope’s library. At thirty-seven she had become the owner of a kitten. At forty-seven Miss Stanhope had given her the watch she now wore. At fifty-seven a favourite rose-tree had borne the most perfect flowers. Trivial enough facts to form landmarks in a life, yet they formed landmarks in Miss Mason’s.
She again looked approvingly at the number. From it she turned to a contemplation of the photographs which adorned the walls. They were the usual kind of photographs found in railway carriages—seaside promenades, ruined castles, lakes with mountains beyond. Miss Mason read the names below them with interest. She looked at the gas-globe in the roof of the carriage, with its black cover which could be drawn over it if the passengers found the light troublesome. She looked at the emergency cord which was to be pulled down to attract the attention of the guard in case of accident. She noted that the penalty for its improper use was five pounds. It seemed to Miss Mason a large sum to pay merely for pulling a little piece of string. She wondered if anyone had ever been bold enough to pull it without necessity.
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