Evelyn Manwaring : $b A tale of Hampton Court PalaceChester, Greville John
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Evelyn Manwaring : $b A tale of Hampton Court Palace
Chester, Greville John
England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Hampton Court (Richmond upon Thames, London, England) -- Fiction
II.--A GOOD SAMARITAN, 19
III.--HOLMCASTLE MANOR, 28
IV.--THE SQUIRE OF HOLMCASTLE, 33
V.--THE MANWARING “FAMILY TREE,” 42
VI.--“EHRENBREITSTEIN,” 51
VII.--THE FALL OF WILFRED, 60
VIII.--A BLASTED LIFE, 70
IX.--A BRANCH IS LOPPED FROM THE FAMILY TREE, 78
X.--WILFRED MANWARING GOES INTO EXILE, 84
XI.--THE SQUIRE LEARNS THE TRUTH, 91
XII.--THE DUKE OF RIBBLESDALE’S LETTER, 101
XIII.--“IN EXTREMIS,” 112
XIV.--MR. TRESHAM POTTS, 116
XV.--THE TREE IS RE-GRAFTED, 125
XVI.--LAST DAYS AT HOLMCASTLE, 133
XVII.--EVELYN VISITS THE DUCHESS, 140
XVIII.--HER GRACE OF RIBBLESDALE, 151
XIX.--“THE AUNTS,” 161
XX.--THE VEHME-GERICHT OF HAMPTON COURT, 169
XXI.--SERGEANT SMITH, V.C., 181
XXII.--THE LOST FOUND, 194
XXIII.--WILFRED SMITH GOES TO THE JEWS, 202
XXIV.--WILFRED SMITH’S VOYAGE OUT, 210
XXV.--THE MARCH TO CANDAHAR, 220
XXVI.--A PACKET OF LETTERS, 226
XXVII.--THE DUCHESS’S GRAND TABLEAU VIVANT, 233
XXVIII.--COMING OF AGE, 241
XXIX.--“ALL’S WELL THAT ENDS WELL,” 252
EVELYN MANWARING.
CHAPTER I.
EVELYN MANWARING ARRIVES AT THE PALACE.
ALL the morning of that particular 8th of November upon which some of
the events of the ensuing story began, a dense fog had been brooding
over the Essex marshes. The silence of those gloomy expanses of faded
yellow grass and brown slime, deposited by earlier autumnal floods,
was deep and oppressive, and was only broken at times by the cough of
a footsore sheep as it gnawed at a half-rotten turnip brought wearily
down in creaking wains from the sodden uplands, by the distrustful low
of a bullock surprised by the sudden apparition of a fellow-animal of
the same species with himself, or by the shrill alarm-whistle of a
steamer upon the neighbouring, but well-nigh invisible river. By noon
the last-named sounds had ceased, for steamboat traffic had become
impossible from the density of the mist, and then, little by little, a
raw, chilly wind began to blow from the east. This wind gradually drove
the fog up-stream, until it met and mingled with that pall of black
smoke which legislative and municipal incompetence, and that often
fatal English respect for “vested interests,” as confirmed nuisances
are called by their originators, allow to pollute and render deadly the
atmosphere of the first city in the world--wonderful and incomparable
London.
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