The Mistress of ShenstoneBarclay, Florence L. (Florence Louisa)
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The Mistress of Shenstone
Barclay, Florence L. (Florence Louisa)
English fiction
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THE MISTRESS OF SHENSTONE
By
Florence L. Barclay
Author Of
The Rosary, Etc.
Grosset & Dunlap
Publishers :: New York
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Copyright, 1910
BY
FLORENCE L. BARCLAY
The Rosary The Following of the Star
The Mistress of Shenstone The Broken Halo
Through the Postern Gate The Wall of Partition
The Upas Tree My Heart's Right There
This edition is issued under arrangement with the publishers
G. P. Putnam's Sons, New York and London
The Knickerbocker Press, New York
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To
C. W. B.
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I On the Terrace at Shenstone 1
II The Forerunner 8
III What Peter Knew 23
IV In Safe Hands 48
V Lady Ingleby's Rest-Cure 61
VI At The Moorhead Inn 77
VII Mrs. O'Mara's Correspondence 82
VIII In Horseshoe Cove 105
IX Jim Airth To The Rescue 111
X "Yeo Ho, We Go!" 114
XI 'Twixt Sea And Sky 129
XII Under The Morning Star 152
XIII The Awakening 159
XIV Golden Days 170
XV "Where Is Lady Ingleby?" 190
XVI Under The Beeches At Shenstone 205
XVII "Surely You Knew?" 214
XVIII What Billy Had To Tell 220
XIX Jim Airth Decides 231
XX A Better Point Of View 250
XXI Michael Veritas 260
XXII Lord Ingleby's Wife 271
XXIII What Billy Knew 289
XXIV Mrs. Dalmain Reviews the Situation 303
XXV The Test 327
XXVI "What Shall We Write?" 337
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THE MISTRESS OF SHENSTONE
CHAPTER I
ON THE TERRACE AT SHENSTONE
Three o'clock on a dank afternoon, early in November. The wintry
sunshine, in fitful gleams, pierced the greyness of the leaden sky.
The great trees in Shenstone Park stood gaunt and bare, spreading wide
arms over the sodden grass. All nature seemed waiting the first fall of
winter's snow, which should hide its deadness and decay under a lovely
pall of sparkling white, beneath which a promise of fresh life to come
might gently move and stir; and, eventually, spring forth.
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