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A Heart-Song of To-day (Disturbed by Fire from the 'Unruly Member'): A Novel

By Savigny, Annie G. (Annie Gregg)

Classic work by Savigny, Annie G. (Annie Gregg).

Total Chapters: 46•Public Domain Free Read

Table of Contents

CHAPTER I.

A PRETTY WOMAN LAYS A PLOT, AND HIRES A GARDENER. "By Jove! I have missed her; you are a very Circe, Mrs. Tompkins." The speaker, one of the handsomest men I have ever seen, star...

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CHAPTER II.

A RARE SOCIETY BOUQUET. Come now and unroll with me one corner of the still, the silent past, and I shall read you a few pictures in the old time life at Haughton Hall, County Sur...

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CHAPTER III.

THE FATES SPIN WITH THREADS OF BLACK. We now return to Captain Trevalyon, as he leaves the residence of Mrs. Tompkins, No. ---- Eaton Square. He quickly seats himself in his dogca...

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CHAPTER IV.

OF MADAME. At eleven o'clock the following day Mrs. Tompkins leisurely sips her cocoa as she breaks her fast in the pretty morning room at No. ---- Eaton Square, her step-daughter...

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CHAPTER V.

MADAME SHUFFLES THE CARDS. The following morning the weather perfect, with not a cloud in the sky, the party, after her own heart and all accepting, while dining at Eaton square, ...

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CHAPTER VI.

LOVE AND LOVE-MAKING. "This just too lovely; you are not going to weep over the exit of the Colonel?" said Mrs. Tompkins rapturously. And the sleeve of her jersey brushed Trevaly...

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CHAPTER VII.

ORESTES AND PYLADES. "And how glad I am you did, dear old friend," said Trevalyon warmly, as they took the dog-cart for home, talking by the way long and earnestly as they drove s...

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CHAPTER VIII.

MADAME AND HER GARDENER. One word of Mrs. Tompkins, on the up trip to the city, a few hours previous, as she cares for her little plot digging with smiles as sunbeams; frowns as s...

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CHAPTER IX.

VAURA IN A MEDLEY. The mighty god, Society, having descended from his London throne, and with a despotic wave of the hand bid his slaves forth to some resort where fashion reigned...

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CHAPTER X.

VELVET PAWS CONCEAL CLAWS. "Eric, I have a favour to ask of you," said his friend; "I am going to Rome for a few weeks, and want Vaura with me." "I had rather you had made any ot...

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CHAPTER XI.

ON THE WING. The god of slumber did not long hold sway over the senses of our friends, but even so, time, the relentless, striding ever along, did not leave them any spare minutes...

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CHAPTER XII.

SOARING!--THENCE TO THINGS OF EARTH. "By the way, Roland, _cher garcon_ have your people yet returned to Surrey?" enquired Vaura. "The first detachment, consisting of the governo...

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CHAPTER XIII.

ADAM. Our friends being safely in the rail coach _en route_ for the city of cities, a word of Roland Douglas; he is eldest son of the Rector of Haughton (whose acquaintance we mad...

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CHAPTER XIV.

OF LIONEL TREVALYON. Meanwhile our friends are rapidly nearing Paris, and, even as we speak, their train is at the depot. "Ah, here we are, and our pleasant journeying _pour le p...

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CHAPTER XV.

HEART-STIRS. As our friends followed the servant, a child's cry proceeded from one of the salons as they passed; the page had a comedy face, and Vaura thinking his reply might amu...

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CHAPTER XVI.

LIFTING THE VAIL. The following morn the sun arose and smiled his greeting on gay Paris--methinks Old Sol weeps, when clouds come between his beams and the gayest of cities. Lady ...

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CHAPTER XVII.

CHIC AUJOURD'HUI. Captain Trevalyon assisted his friends to alight in front of a handsome house in a fashionable avenue. "Can this be the right address," said Lady Esmondet. "It ...

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CHAPTER XVIII.

THEATRE FRANCAIS. They found the theatre crowded from pit to dome. And the advent of our little party, as they took possession of their box, caused no little sensation even in tha...

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CHAPTER XIX.

FOR A FAIR WOMAN FACE. "What an irrepressible fellow Everly is," thought Trevalyon, as he sauntered along the avenue towards his hotel; having heard his question to Vaura (as to t...

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CHAPTER XX.

QUICKENED HEART-BEATS. On the morning of the de Hauteville ball, Trevalyon broke his fast somewhat earlier than usual, purposing to indulge in a long ride. In passing the salon of...

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CHAPTER XXI.

LA BELLE VERNON. The suite of apartments at the de Hauteville mansion in which the family received, were a scene of almost unrivalled splendour. The host, Monsieur Henri Eau Clair...

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CHAPTER XXII.

THE BLIND GOD TAKES SURE AIM. After leaving Trevalyon, Vaura, with her attendant cavaliers, bent their steps in the direction of the ball-room, the sweet sounds of distant music s...

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CHAPTER XXIII.

THE WEB OF DIFFICULTY. The morning after the de Hauteville ball Lady Esmondet and Vaura met at the breakfast-table, at noon, Lady Esmondet not looking paler than usual. Vaura was ...

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CHAPTER XXIV.

SLAIN BY A WOMAN. Our travellers having a carriage to themselves made each other as comfortable as it is possible for human nature of to-day to be, accustomed to the cushion, foot...

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CHAPTER XXV.

IN THE SUNBEAMS. Our friends having reached Lyons, where they had business, and would rest for the night, we shall leave them and meet them again on the mountains. Suffice it to s...

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CHAPTER XXVI.

A MOUNTAIN IDYL, OR AN ALPINE ROMANCE. "About eight months ago at last Easter-tide, and while the ladies of Sainte Marie were attending mass in their little chapel, situated about...

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CHAPTER XXVII.

GRUNDY'S LASH CAUSES HEART-ACHE. On the evening of the sixth day, our friends leisurely arrived in the city of the Caesars; on coming in at the depot, Trevalyon, hiring a landau, ...

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CHAPTER XXVIII.

HEART-STIRS TO DIVINE MUSIC. At break of day, springing from bed, and after a cold plunge bath, feeling more like himself, he went out into the half slumbering city; but the sunbe...

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CHAPTER XXIX.

THE UNRULY MEMBER IS HEARD. The following morn is bright and glorious, the mountains, ah! the grandeur of them, their peaks in changing hues as the sun's breath grows warmer, cut ...

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CHAPTER XXX.

WOMAN AGAINST WOMAN. They had been luxuriating for about four weeks in the art treasures collected in the Eternal City. Their eyes feasted on so much of loveliness in gazing upon ...

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CHAPTER XXXI.

SOCIETY'S VOTARIES SMILE THOUGH THEY DIE. "Here are some roses, Mademoiselle; the Captain cut them before he went out and bid me keep them fresh for you." "Very well, Saunders, I...

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CHAPTER XXXII.

TREVALYON GONE, VAURA KILLS TIME. Christmas Day, the birth-day of Christ, dawned fair, beautiful, and bright, and was ushered in by many a peal of sweet sounding bells. The heave...

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CHAPTER XXXIII.

WARM WORDS BRIDGE CRUEL DISTANCE. Lady Esmondet, Vaura, and Robert Douglas ate their Christmas dinner quietly together. "I shall feel lonely when you leave Rome," said the priest,...

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CHAPTER XXXIV.

BRIC-A-BRAC. The morrow dawned, fair and bright, and Vaura looked as bright and fresh as a goddess of day, as she stepped, from the door of the villa, robed in a gown of blue velv...

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CHAPTER XXXV.

HEART TO HEART. We shall not accompany our friends on their home-bound journey. Time will fly with greater speed if we relate not the talks and incidents by the way, but simply me...

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CHAPTER XXXVI.

KNAVES ARE TRUMPS. Vaura spent the night of the fifth in dreamy wakefulness; Lionel's looks, caresses, and loving words seeming hers still; and to-morrow eve; the glad joy of his ...

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CHAPTER XXXVII.

WEE WHITE MOUSE WINS A POINT. But the reverie and wagging of tongue is over and ceases, to give place to society's mask, for the picturesque lodge with its gabled roof and climbin...

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CHAPTER XXXVIII.

MADAME IN A FELINE MOOD. A window in the library looked out upon the avenue, and a carriage approaching could be distinctly seen. Vaura, in the long ago, had frequently sat in thi...

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CHAPTER XXXIX

TREVALYON THROWS DOWN THE GLOVE. The dinner on this Twelfth-night, fraught as it was with so much of the effervescence of the champagne of life to so many, was a dinner fit for an...

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CHAPTER XL.

BLACK DELROSE USES EMPHATIC LANGUAGE. Delrose flew rather than walked to Rose Cottage muttering curses on Kate and Trevalyon as he ran. "D--- him, he has always had the best of it...

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CHAPTER XLI.

AN EXPOSE, SOCIETY ON TIP-TOE. Immediately after dinner, Blanche, who wished to perfect her own little plot, had commanded the attendance of that squire of dames, Everly, down at ...

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CHAPTER XLII.

ALL THE WORLD'S A STAGE. "Outwitted this time," mused Madame, greatly mortified at seeing Vaura retire with the group, "but I must make one more appeal to him alone," and tapping ...

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CHAPTER XLIII.

WEE DETECTIVE PLAYS A WINNING CARD. From the time Fanny Clarmont has appeared like a ghost of the departed, Delrose determined to get rid of the bother of it all by going at once ...

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CHAPTER XLIV.

DUAL SOLITUDE. Let retrace our steps and thoughts to the time Lionel, with Sister Magdalen in his arms, the priest at his side, Vaura and the boy, child of Fanny Ponton, made thei...

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CHAPTER XLV.

BLACK DELROSE AS A MARKSMAN. "And now, reverend sir," she had said, turning quickly and imperiously to Father Lefroy, on the exit of Vaura, and waving her hand towards sister Magd...

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CHAPTER XLVI.

DISCORD ENDS; HEART'S-EASE AT LAST. With quick steps and eager glances at the groups of gay revellers, whom he passes with a few hurried words of greeting and thanks for their con...

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