Sevenoaks: A Story of TodayHolland, J. G. (Josiah Gilbert)
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Sevenoaks: A Story of Today
Holland, J. G. (Josiah Gilbert)
Didactic fiction; Political fiction; Social problems -- Fiction
In which Jim gets married, the new hotel receives its mistress, and
Benedict confers a power of attorney
CHAPTER XXIII.
In which Mr. Belcher expresses his determination to become a "founder,"
but drops his noun in fear of a little verb of the same name
CHAPTER XXIV.
Wherein the General leaps the bounds of law, finds himself in a new
world, and becomes the victim of his friends without knowing it
CHAPTER XXV.
In which the General goes through a great many trials, and meets at last
the one he has so long anticipated
CHAPTER XXVI.
In which the case of "Benedict _vs._ Belcher" finds itself in court, an
interesting question of identity is settled, and a mysterious
disappearance takes place
CHAPTER XXVII.
In which Phipps is not to be found, and the General is called upon to do
his own lying
CHAPTER XXVIII.
In which a heavenly witness appears who cannot be cross-examined, and
before which the defense utterly breaks down
CHAPTER XXIX.
Wherein Mr. Belcher, having exhibited his dirty record, shows a clean
pair of heels
CHAPTER XXX.
Which gives the history of an anniversary, presents a tableau, and drops
the curtain
CHAPTER I.
WHICH TELLS ABOUT SEVENOAKS, AND HOW MISS BUTTERWORTH PASSED ONE OF HER
EVENINGS.
Everybody has seen Sevenoaks, or a hundred towns so much like it, in
most particulars, that a description of any one of them would present it
to the imagination--a town strung upon a stream, like beads upon a
thread, or charms upon a chain. Sevenoaks was richer in chain than
charms, for its abundant water-power was only partially used. It
plunged, and roared, and played, and sparkled, because it had not half
enough to do. It leaped down three or four cataracts in passing through
the village; and, as it started from living springs far northward among
the woods and mountains, it never failed in its supplies.
Few of the people of Sevenoaks--thoughtless workers, mainly--either knew
or cared whence it came, or whither it went. They knew it as "The
Branch;" but Sevenoaks was so far from the trunk, down to which it sent
its sap, and from which it received no direct return, that no
significance was attached to its name. But it roared all day, and roared
all night, summer and winter alike, and the sound became a part of the
atmosphere. Resonance was one of the qualities of the oxygen which the
people breathed, so that if, at any midnight moment, the roar had been
suddenly hushed, they would have waked with a start and a sense of
suffocation, and leaped from their beds.
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