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AUTHOR OF TATTERLY, A PRINCE OF MISCHANCE, DICKY MONTEITH, ETC.
"When pious frauds and holy shifts Are dispensations and gifts." HUDIBRAS
COPYRIGHT, 1899, BY D. APPLETON AND COMPANY. _All rights reserved._
IV.--THE CAPTAIN PLAYS THE KNIGHT-ERRANT 40
VII.--IN WHICH SEPARATIONS ARE SUGGESTED 79
XIII.--A RETROSPECT--AND A FLUTTERING OF HEARTS 158
XIV.--AN INCUBUS, AND THE DEMON OF JEALOUSY 175
XVIII.--AUNT CHARLOTTE IS SYMPATHETIC 231
XXI.--GENIUS AND THE DOMESTIC VIRTUES 276
XXIV.--UNCLE ROBERT HAS AN INSPIRATION 311
XXX.--AUNT CHARLOTTE ATTENDS A CELEBRATION 374
"My dear" had looked her last upon a troublesome world. She had taken life sighingly, in little frightened gasps, as it were, with the fear upon her, even from childhood, that unknown horrors lurked for her in each day to which she was awakened. It can scarcely be said that she had clung to life with any tenacity--rather with the instinct of living; and she had fluttered out of it resignedly enough, a little sorry, perhaps, that she had left any one behind to grieve for her. And yet, with the inconsistency which had marked her life, she had died at the very moment when life had actually begun to be worth living for her.