The House of Armour
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Saunders Marshall. The House of Armour
CHAPTER I. SCOTLAND THE NEW
CHAPTER II. MRS. MACARTNEY’S IMPRESSIONS OF CANADA
CHAPTER III. HOME AGAIN
CHAPTER IV. MAMMY JUNIPER
CHAPTER V. A CONVERSATION WITH JUDY
CHAPTER VI. MRS. COLONIBEL LOSES HER TEMPER
CHAPTER VII. IN DR. CAMPERDOWN’S OFFICE
CHAPTER VIII. AN INTERVIEW IN THE LIBRARY
CHAPTER IX. THE PAVILION
CHAPTER X. ZEB AND A TEA PARTY
CHAPTER XI. MRS. MACARTNEY GETS A FRIGHT
CHAPTER XII. LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
CHAPTER XIII. DR. CAMPERDOWN MAKES A MORNING CALL
CHAPTER XIV. THE STOLEN POCKET-BOOK
CHAPTER XV. A LOST MOTHER
CHAPTER XVI. THE COLONIAL COTTAGE
CHAPTER XVII. MACDALY’S DREAM
CHAPTER XVIII. WARM FRIENDS
CHAPTER XIX. BROTHER AND SISTER
CHAPTER XX. CHASED AS A BIRD WITHOUT CAUSE
CHAPTER XXI. A QUIET EVENING
CHAPTER XXII. STARGARDE’S MOTHER
CHAPTER XXIII. ON MARKET DAY
CHAPTER XXIV. AN ANSWERED QUESTION
CHAPTER XXV. ZILLA’S ROSEBUD
CHAPTER XXVI. THE MISERY OF THE WORLD
CHAPTER XXVII. NOT TO BE REPEATED
CHAPTER XXVIII. MISKEPT ACCOUNTS
CHAPTER XXIX. THE MICMAC KEEPS HIS CHARGE
CHAPTER XXX. LOVE WILL BUILD HIS LILY WALLS
CHAPTER XXXI. MACDALY’S LECTURE
CHAPTER XXXII. HE KISSED HER AND PROMISED
CHAPTER XXXIII. A WAYWORN TRAVELER
CHAPTER XXXIV. A FOX CHASE
CHAPTER XXXV. HER WEDDING DAY
CHAPTER XXXVI. BLIND
CHAPTER XXXVII. ADIEU TO FRISPI
CHAPTER XXXVIII. THE GHOST FLOWER
CHAPTER XXXIX. AT LAST
CHAPTER XL. THE FATE THAT PURSUES US
CHAPTER XLI. IN DEEP DESPAIR
CHAPTER XLII. ACROSS THE SEA
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A bright-faced lad with dark blue Irish eyes and glossy hair came hurrying down the deck, his hands thrust into the pockets of his long ulster, his whole expression that of one suffering from extreme cold.
“Are you frostproof,” he exclaimed, “that you stand here motionless in this stinging air? I am not surprised at you, Miss Delavigne,” and he made her a low bow, “as you are a Canadian, but I marvel at Geoffrey,” and he glanced at his brother, “fresh from India’s suns as he is. Shall we not have a last promenade, mademoiselle? The cold is biting me like a dog.”
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“Indeed, no, my son,” said the lady amiably; “you weren’t here just now when I wanted you, and I had to apply to this gentleman,” with a bow to the Nova Scotian. “I’m going to see further sights,” and she waddled toward a better place of observation.
“He looks as if he had plenty of self-control,” said Vivienne.
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