All But Lost: A Novel. Vol. 1 of 3Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
History
All But Lost: A Novel. Vol. 1 of 3
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Fiction
ALL BUT LOST
A Novel.
BY
G. A. HENTY,
AUTHOR OF “THE MARCH TO MAGDALA,” ETC., ETC.
IN THREE VOLUMES.
VOL I.
LONDON:
TINSLEY BROTHERS, 18, CATHERINE ST., STRAND.
1869.
[_The Right of Translation is reserved._]
LONDON:
BRADBURY, EVANS, AND CO., PRINTERS, WHITEFRIARS.
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CONTENTS.
CHAP. PAGE
I.— COLLEGE LIFE 1
II.— THE DUSTMAN’S FAMILY 22
III.— BROKEN DOWN 46
IV.— THE OWNERS OF WYVERN HALL 70
V.— A MODEST ANNIVERSARY 94
VI.— THE BINGHAMS 118
VII.— A STARTLING SUGGESTION 138
VIII.— A SHATTERED HOME 169
IX.— WHAT WILL IT LEAD TO? 195
X.— PRIVATE AND CONFIDENTIAL 221
XI— AN EVENING AT THE HOLLS’ 244
XII.— THWARTED PLANS 264
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ALL BUT LOST.
CHAPTER I.
COLLEGE LIFE.
It is near the end of the Lent term at Cambridge, a raw, damp day. The
grey clouds are drifting thick and low, over the flat fen country, and a
fine mist is falling steadily. But for once no one seems to mind the
weather. It is two o’clock, and from all the colleges the men are
pouring out in groups, on their way down to the river.
Hardly a soul in the University remains behind. Even the reading men
have closed their books for the afternoon, have given up their daily
constitutional out beyond Trumpington, and are going down to see their
college eights row.
It is the last day of the races. Along the men tramp in little knots
through the narrow winding streets—talking excitedly as they go, and
making many bets as to the fortune of the day—and then, across the wet
grass, down to the water side.
Here those who are to row cross the floating bridge to the boat-houses,
while the others walk slowly along the banks, to see the boats as they
paddle by on their way down. Soon they come; John’s in its blazing
scarlet, Trinity in dark blue, cherry-coloured Emanuel, chocolate
Corpus, and violet Caius; Trinity Hall in its sober grey, Sidney in
bright orange, and Queen’s in green.[1] These and many others sweep
past, and the narrow river seems alive with the flashing oars.
Footnote 1:
Many of the colours have since been changed.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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