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Winifred Graham. When the Birds Begin to Sing
When the Birds Begin to Sing
Table of Contents
"THE VICAR'S WIFE WOULD HAVE A FIT IF I LOUNGED LIKE THIS" … Frontispiece
WHEN THE BIRDS BEGIN TO SING
CHAPTER I
AND WHEN LOVE SPEAKS
CHAPTER II
"IMPARADIS'D IN ONE ANOTHER'S ARMS."—Milton
CHAPTER III
GOD MADE THE WOMAN FOR THE MAN.—Tennyson
"Look! there it goes."
CHAPTER IV
LIFE IS A JEST
Saluting the old pictures on the wall with mock courtesy
CHAPTER V
"THE FLY THAT SIPS TREACLE IS LOST IN THE SWEETS."
The dining-room door opens, and Philip Roche stands before them
CHAPTER VI
LIKE ONE THAT ON A LONESOME ROAD. DOST WALK IN FEAR AND DREAD
CHAPTER VII
THE SHADOWS RISE AND FALL
CHAPTER VIII
KIND HEARTS ARE MORE THAN CORONETS
"Mr. and Mrs. Grebby!"
CHAPTER IX
HEART SICK AND WEARY WITH THE JOURNEY'S FRET
CHAPTER X
FALSER THAN ALL FANCY FATHOMS
CHAPTER XI
IF WE ONLY KNOW! IF WE ONLY KNOW!
She covers her face with her hands
CHAPTER XII
TO-MORROW, AND TO-MORROW, AND TO-MORROW.—Shakespeare
"May I see that photograph?"
CHAPTER XIII
IF NEED, TO DIE—NOT LIVE.—Chas. Kingsley
CHAPTER XIV
IN CLOUDS OF SILENCE FOLDED OUT OF SIGHT
"Why, it's never Mr. Roche!" she exclaims
She rushes to the door with a wild cry
CHAPTER XV
AH, FOR SOME RETREAT, DEEP IN YONDER SHINING ORIENT.—Tennyson
Eleanor staggers on breathlessly up the hill
CHAPTER XVI
OH, LOVE! IN SUCH A WILDERNESS AS THIS
The cruel fingers press with deadly force
CHAPTER XVII
"WHERE THERE AIN'T NO TEN COMMANDMENTS." "The Road to Mandalay."—Rudyard Kipling
CHAPTER XVIII
LET US BE OPEN AS THE DAY
Big Tombo bows assent
CHAPTER XIX
THE IDEAL! DIM VANITIES OF DREAMS BY NIGHT
Bearing tenderly the limp body of the terrier
CHAPTER XX
LIFE IS THORNY, AND YOUTH IS VAIN
"What villain has killed my horse?"
CHAPTER XXI
BY A ROUTE OBSCURE AND LONELY, HAUNTED BY ILL ANGELS ONLY.—E. A. Poe
She steals into the verandah and watches
CHAPTER XXII
NO FOOTSTEP STIRRED—THE HATED WORLD ALL SLEPT, SAVE ONLY THEE AND ME. (OH, HEAVEN! OH, GOD!)
CHAPTER XXIII
OH, I DEFY THEE, HELL, TO SHOW. ON BEDS OF FIRE THAT BURN BELOW, A DEEPER WOE.—E. A. Poe
Philip throws back his coat, and she sees the shirt beneath it is splashed with blood
