Charlotte M. Yonge

That Stick


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       Charlotte M. Yonge

      That Stick

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4064066225841

       CHAPTER I HONOURS

       CHAPTER II HONOURS REFLECTED

       CHAPTER III WHAT IS HONOUR?

       CHAPTER IV HONOURS WANING

       CHAPTER V THE PEER

       CHAPTER VI THE WEIGHT OF HONOURS

       CHAPTER VII MORTONS AND MANNERS

       CHAPTER VIII SECOND THOUGHTS

       CHAPTER IX THE HEIR-PRESUMPTUOUS

       CHAPTER X COMING HONOURS

       CHAPTER XI POSSESSION

       CHAPTER XII THE BURTHEN OF HONOURS

       CHAPTER XIII THE DOWER HOUSE

       CHAPTER XIV WESTHAVEN VERSIONS OF HONOURS

       CHAPTER XV THE PIED ROOK

       CHAPTER XVI WHAT IS REST?

       CHAPTER XVII ON THE SURFACE

       CHAPTER XVIII DESDICHADO

       CHAPTER XIX THE DOLOMITES

       CHAPTER XX RATZES

       CHAPTER XXI THE HEIR-APPARENT

       CHAPTER XXII OUT OF JOINT

       CHAPTER XXIII VELVET

       CHAPTER XXIV THE REVENGE OF SORDID SPIRITS

       CHAPTER XXV THE LOVE

       CHAPTER XXVI IDA’S WARNING

       CHAPTER XXVII THE YOUNG PRETENDER

       CHAPTER XXVIII TWO BUNDLES OF HAY

       CHAPTER XXIX JONES OR RATTLER

       CHAPTER XXX SCARLET FEVER

       CHAPTER XXXI MITE

       CHAPTER XXXII A SHOCK

       CHAPTER XXXIII DARKNESS

       CHAPTER XXXIV THE PHANTOM OF THE STATION

       CHAPTER XXXV THE QUEST

       CHAPTER XXXVI IDA’S CONFESSION

       CHAPTER XXXVII HOPE

       CHAPTER XXXVIII THE CLUE

       CHAPTER XXXIX THE HONOURABLE PAUPER

       CHAPTER XL JOY WELL-NIGH INCREDIBLE

       CHAPTER XLI THE CANADIAN NORTHMOOR

       CHAPTER XLII HUMBLE PIE

       CHAPTER XLIII THE STAFF

       HONOURS

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      ‘Oh, there’s that stick. What can he want?’ sighed one of a pair of dignified elderly ladies, in black silk, to the other, as in a quiet country-town street they saw themselves about to be accosted by a man of about forty, with the air of a managing clerk, who came up breathlessly, with a flush on his usually pale cheeks.

      ‘Miss Lang; I beg pardon! May I be allowed a few words with Miss Marshall? I know it is unusual, but I have something unusual to tell her.’

      ‘Nothing distressing, I hope, Mr. Morton,’ said one of the ladies, startled.

      ‘Oh no, quite the reverse,’ he said, with a nervous laugh; ‘in fact, I have unexpectedly come into a property!’

      ‘Indeed!’ with great astonishment, ‘I congratulate you,’ as the colour mounted in his face, pleasant, honest, but with the subdued expression left by long years of patience in a subordinate position.

      ‘May I ask—’ began the other sister.

      ‘I