The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson – Swanston Edition. Volume 8
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Robert Louis Stevenson. The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson – Swanston Edition. Volume 8
CRITIC ON THE HEARTH
PROLOGUE
BOOK I. THE TWO LADS
CHAPTER I. AT THE SIGN OF THE “SUN” IN KETTLEY
CHAPTER II. IN THE FEN
CHAPTER III. THE FEN FERRY
CHAPTER IV. A GREENWOOD COMPANY
CHAPTER V “BLOODY AS THE HUNTER”
CHAPTER VI. TO THE DAY’S END
CHAPTER VII. THE HOODED FACE
BOOK II. THE MOAT HOUSE
CHAPTER I. DICK ASKS QUESTIONS
CHAPTER II. THE TWO OATHS
CHAPTER III. THE ROOM OVER THE CHAPEL
CHAPTER IV. THE PASSAGE
CHAPTER V. HOW DICK CHANGED SIDES
BOOK III. MY LORD FOXHAM
CHAPTER I. THE HOUSE BY THE SHORE
CHAPTER II. A SKIRMISH IN THE DARK
CHAPTER III. ST. BRIDE’S CROSS
CHAPTER IV. THE “GOOD HOPE”
CHAPTER V. THE “GOOD HOPE” (continued)
CHAPTER VI. THE “GOOD HOPE” (concluded)
BOOK IV. THE DISGUISE
CHAPTER I. THE DEN
CHAPTER II “IN MINE ENEMIES’ HOUSE”
CHAPTER III. THE DEAD SPY
CHAPTER IV. IN THE ABBEY CHURCH
CHAPTER V. EARL RISINGHAM
CHAPTER VI. ARBLASTER AGAIN
BOOK V. CROOKBACK
CHAPTER I. THE SHRILL TRUMPET
CHAPTER II. THE BATTLE OF SHOREBY
CHAPTER III. THE BATTLE OF SHOREBY (concluded)
CHAPTER IV. THE SACK OF SHOREBY
CHAPTER V. NIGHT IN THE WOODS: ALICIA RISINGHAM
CHAPTER VI. NIGHT IN THE WOODS (concluded) DICK AND JOAN
CHAPTER VII. DICK’S REVENGE
CHAPTER VIII. CONCLUSION
MARKHEIM
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On a certain afternoon, in the late spring-time, the bell upon Tunstall Moat House was heard ringing at an unaccustomed hour. Far and near, in the forest and in the fields along the river, people began to desert their labours and hurry towards the sound; and in Tunstall hamlet a group of poor country-folk stood wondering at the summons.
Tunstall hamlet at that period, in the reign of old King Henry VI., wore much the same appearance as it wears to-day. A score or so of houses, heavily framed with oak, stood scattered in a long green valley ascending from the river. At the foot, the road crossed a bridge, and mounting on the other side, disappeared into the fringes of the forest on its way to the Moat House, and further forth to Holywood Abbey. Half-way up the village, the church stood among yews. On every side the slopes were crowned and the view bounded by the green elms and greening oak-trees of the forest.
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At the far end of the clearing, a fir grew high above the neighbouring wood, and planted its black shock of foliage clear against the sky. For about fifty feet above the ground the trunk grew straight and solid like a column. At that level, it split into two massive boughs; and in the fork, like a mast-headed seaman, there stood a man in a green tabard, spying far and wide. The sun glistened upon his hair; with one hand he shaded his eyes to look abroad, and he kept slowly rolling his head from side to side, with the regularity of a machine.
The lads exchanged glances.
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