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HAGAR
HAGAR
BY
MARY JOHNSTON
[Illustration]
BOSTON AND NEW YORK
HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY
The Riverside Press Cambridge
1913
COPYRIGHT, 1913, BY MARY JOHNSTON
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
_Published October 1913_
CONTENTS
I. THE PACKET-BOAT 1
II. GILEAD BALM 8
III. THE DESCENT OF MAN 19
IV. THE CONVICT 30
V. MARIA 45
VI. EGLANTINE 57
VII. MR. LAYDON 70
VIII. HAGAR AND LAYDON 82
IX. ROMEO AND JULIET 92
X. GILEAD BALM 104
XI. THE LETTERS 116
XII. A MEETING 132
XIII. THE NEW SPRINGS 143
XIV. NEW YORK 154
XV. LOOKING FOR THOMASINE 170
XVI. THE MAINES 184
XVII. THE SOCIALIST MEETING 194
XVIII. A TELEGRAM 208
XIX. ALEXANDRIA 221
XX. MEDWAY 231
XXI. AT ROGER MICHAEL'S 244
XXII. HAGAR IN LONDON 257
XXIII. BY THE SEA 266
XXIV. DENNY GAYDE 275
XXV. HAGAR AND DENNY 284
XXVI. GILEAD BALM 300
XXVII. A DIFFERENCE OF OPINION 313
XXVIII. NEW YORK AGAIN 323
XXIX. ROSE DARRAGH 332
XXX. AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE 341
XXXI. JOHN FAY 351
XXXII. RALPH 360
XXXIII. GILEAD BALM 372
XXXIV. BRITTANY 382
HAGAR
HAGAR
CHAPTER I
THE PACKET-BOAT
"_Low Braidge!_"
The people on deck bent over, some until heads touched knees, others,
more exactly calculating, just sufficiently to clear the beams. The
canal-boat passed beneath the bridge, and all straightened themselves
on their camp-stools. The gentlemen who were smoking put their cigars
again between their lips. The two or three ladies resumed book or
knitting. The sun was low, and the sycamores and willows fringing the
banks cast long shadows across the canal. The northern bank was not so
clothed with foliage, and one saw an expanse of bottom land, meadows
and cornfields, and beyond, low mountains, purple in the evening light.
The boat slipped from a stripe of gold into a stripe of shadow, and
from a stripe of shadow into a stripe of gold. The negro and the mule
on the towpath were now but a bit of dusk in motion, and now were lit
and, so to speak, powdered with gold-dust. Now the rope between boat
and towpath showed an arm-thick golden serpent, and now it did not show
at all. Now a little cloud of gnats and flies, accompanying the boat,
shone in burnished armour and now they put on a mantle of shade.
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