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The New Magdalen
WILKIE COLLINS
The New Magdalen, Wilkie Collins,
Jazzybee Verlag Jürgen Beck
86450 Altenmünster, Loschberg 9
Deutschland
ISBN: 9783849658366
www.jazzybee-verlag.de
CONTENTS:
FIRST SCENE.—THE COTTAGE ON THE FRONTIER. 1
CHAPTER II. MAGDALEN—IN MODERN TIMES. 8
CHAPTER III. THE GERMAN SHELL. 13
CHAPTER IV. THE TEMPTATION. 18
CHAPTER V. THE GERMAN SURGEON. 23
SECOND SCENE.—MABLETHORPE HOUSE. 31
CHAPTER VI. LADY JANET’S COMPANION. 32
CHAPTER VII. THE MAN IS COMING. 39
CHAPTER VIII. THE MAN APPEARS. 49
CHAPTER IX. NEWS FROM MANNHEIM. 56
CHAPTER X. A COUNCIL OF THREE. 64
CHAPTER XI. THE DEAD ALIVE. 68
CHAPTER XIII. ENTER JULIAN. 84
CHAPTER XIV. COMING EVENTS CAST THEIR SHADOWS BEFORE. 90
CHAPTER XV. A WOMAN’S REMORSE. 95
CHAPTER XVI. THEY MEET AGAIN. 104
CHAPTER XVII. THE GUARDIAN ANGEL. 109
CHAPTER XVIII. THE SEARCH IN THE GROUNDS. 116
CHAPTER XIX. THE EVIL GENIUS. 125
CHAPTER XX. THE POLICEMAN IN PLAIN CLOTHES. 131
CHAPTER XXI. THE FOOTSTEP IN THE CORRIDOR. 142
CHAPTER XXII. THE MAN IN THE DINING-ROOM. 151
CHAPTER XXIII. LADY JANET AT BAY. 160
CHAPTER XXIV. LADY JANET’S LETTER. 172
CHAPTER XXV. THE CONFESSION... 178
CHAPTER XXVI. GREAT HEART AND LITTLE HEART. 184
CHAPTER XXVII. MAGDALEN’S APPRENTICESHIP. 189
CHAPTER XXVIII. SENTENCE IS PRONOUNCED ON HER. 200
CHAPTER XXIX. THE LAST TRIAL. 210
FIRST SCENE.—THE COTTAGE ON THE FRONTIER.
PREAMBLE.
THE place is France.
The time is autumn, in the year eighteen hundred and seventy—the year of the war between France and Germany.
The persons are, Captain Arnault, of the French army; Surgeon Surville, of the French ambulance; Surgeon Wetzel, of the German army; Mercy Merrick, attached as nurse to the French ambulance; and Grace Roseberry, a traveling lady on her way to England.
CHAPTER I. THE TWO WOMEN.
IT was a dark night. The rain was pouring in torrents.
Late in the evening a skirmishing party of the French and a skirmishing party of the Germans had met, by accident, near the little village of Lagrange, close to the German frontier. In the struggle that followed, the French had (for once) got the better of the enemy. For the time, at least, a few hundreds out of the host of the invaders had been forced back over the frontier. It was a trifling affair, occurring not long after the great German victory of Weissenbourg, and the newspapers took little or no notice of it.
Captain Arnault, commanding on the French side, sat alone in one of the cottages of the village, inhabited by the miller of the district. The Captain was reading, by the light of a solitary tallow-candle, some intercepted dispatches taken from the Germans. He had suffered the wood fire, scattered over the large open grate, to burn low; the red embers only faintly illuminated a part of the room. On the floor behind him lay some of the miller’s empty sacks. In a corner opposite to him was the miller’s solid walnut-wood bed. On the walls all around him were the miller’s colored prints, representing a happy mixture of devotional and domestic subjects. A door of communication leading into the kitchen of the cottage had been torn from its hinges, and used to carry the men wounded in the skirmish from the field. They were now comfortably laid at rest in the kitchen, under the care of the French surgeon and the English nurse attached to the ambulance. A piece of coarse canvas screened the opening between the two rooms in place