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The Seats Of The Mighty - Chapter 7. 'Quoth Little Garaine' The Seats Of The Mighty - Chapter 7. "Quoth Little Garaine"

The Seats Of The Mighty - Chapter 7. 'Quoth Little Garaine'
CHAPTER VII. "QUOTH LITTLE GARAINE"I have given the whole story here as though it had been thought out and written that Sunday afternoon which brought me good news of Juste Duvarney. But it was not so. I did not choose to break the run of the tale to tell of other things and of the passing of time. The making took me many, many weeks, and in all that time I had seen no face but Gabord's, and heard no voice but his, when he came twice a day to bring me bread and water. He would answer no questions concerning... Long Stories - Post by : singh_punjabi - Date : May 2012 - Author : Gilbert Parker - Read : 1028

The Seats Of The Mighty - Chapter 6. Moray Tells The Story Of His Life The Seats Of The Mighty - Chapter 6. Moray Tells The Story Of His Life

The Seats Of The Mighty - Chapter 6. Moray Tells The Story Of His Life
CHAPTER VI. MORAY TELLS THE STORY OF HIS LIFE"...I would have you know of what I am and whence I came, though I have given you glimpses in the past. That done, I will make plain why I am charged with this that puts my life in danger, which would make you blush that you ever knew me if it were true. And I will show you first a picture as it runs before me, sitting here, the corn of my dungeon garden twining in my fingers:-- "A multiplying width of green grass spotted with white flowers, an upland where sheep... Long Stories - Post by : singh_punjabi - Date : May 2012 - Author : Gilbert Parker - Read : 3476

The Seats Of The Mighty - Chapter 3. The Wager And The Sword The Seats Of The Mighty - Chapter 3. The Wager And The Sword

The Seats Of The Mighty - Chapter 3. The Wager And The Sword
CHAPTER III. THE WAGER AND THE SWORDAs I entered the Intendant's palace with Doltaire I had a singular feeling of elation. My spirits rose unaccountably, and I felt as though it were a fete night, and the day's duty over, the hour of play was come. I must needs have felt ashamed of it then, and now, were I not sure it was some unbidden operation of the senses. Maybe a merciful Spirit sees how, left alone, we should have stumbled and lost ourselves in our own gloom, and so gives us a new temper fitted to our needs. I remember... Long Stories - Post by : singh_punjabi - Date : May 2012 - Author : Gilbert Parker - Read : 989

The Seats Of The Mighty - Chapter 2. The Master Of The King's Magazine The Seats Of The Mighty - Chapter 2. The Master Of The King's Magazine

The Seats Of The Mighty - Chapter 2. The Master Of The King's Magazine
CHAPTER II. THE MASTER OF THE KING'S MAGAZINE"What fools," said Doltaire presently, "to burn the bread and oven too! If only they were less honest in a world of rogues, poor moles!" Coming nearer, we saw that La Friponne itself was safe, but one warehouse was doomed and another threatened. The streets were full of people, and thousands of excited peasants, laborers, and sailors were shouting, "Down with the palace! Down with Bigot!" We came upon the scene at the most critical moment. None of the Governors soldiers were in sight, but up the Heights we could hear the steady tramp... Long Stories - Post by : singh_punjabi - Date : May 2012 - Author : Gilbert Parker - Read : 1742

The Seats Of The Mighty - Chapter 1. An Escort To The Citadel The Seats Of The Mighty - Chapter 1. An Escort To The Citadel

The Seats Of The Mighty - Chapter 1. An Escort To The Citadel
CHAPTER I. AN ESCORT TO THE CITADELWhen Monsieur Doltaire entered the salon, and, dropping lazily into a chair beside Madame Duvarney and her daughter, drawled out, "England's Braddock--fool and general--has gone to heaven, Captain Moray, and your papers send you there also," I did not shift a jot, but looked over at him gravely--for, God knows, I was startled--and I said, "The General is dead?" I did not dare to ask, Is he defeated? though from Doltaire's look I was sure it was so, and a sickness crept through me, for at the moment that seemed the end of our cause.... Long Stories - Post by : singh_punjabi - Date : May 2012 - Author : Gilbert Parker - Read : 1777

The Seats Of The Mighty - Introduction The Seats Of The Mighty - Introduction

The Seats Of The Mighty - Introduction
INTRODUCTION TO THE IMPERIAL EDITIONIt was in the winter of 1892, when on a visit to French Canada, that I made up my mind I would write the volume which the public knows as 'The Seats of the Mighty,' but I did not begin the composition until early in 1894. It was finished by the beginning of February, 1895, and began to appear in 'The Atlantic Monthly' in March of that year. It was not my first attempt at historical fiction, because I had written 'The Trail of the Sword' in the year 1893, but it was the first effort on... Long Stories - Post by : singh_punjabi - Date : May 2012 - Author : Gilbert Parker - Read : 3047

The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 15. The End Of The Trail The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 15. The End Of The Trail

The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 15. The End Of The Trail
CHAPTER XV. THE END OF THE TRAILWhen Marion was about leaving with her husband for the railway station, she sought out Lali, and found her standing half hidden by the curtains of a window, looking out at little Richard, who was parading his pony up and down before the house. An unutterable sweetness looked out of Marion's eyes. She had found, as it seemed to her, and as so many have believed until their lives' end, the secret of existence. Lali saw the glistening joy, and responded to it, just as it was in her being to respond to every change... Long Stories - Post by : singh_punjabi - Date : May 2012 - Author : Gilbert Parker - Read : 2148

The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 14. On The Edge Of A Future The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 14. On The Edge Of A Future

The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 14. On The Edge Of A Future
CHAPTER XIV. ON THE EDGE OF A FUTUREAt last the day of the wedding came, a beautiful September day, which may be more beautiful in uncertain England than anywhere else. Lali had been strangely quiet all the day before, and she had also seemed strangely delicate. Perhaps, or perhaps not, she felt the crisis was approaching. It is probable that when the mind has been strained for a long time, and the heart and body suffered much, one sees a calamity vaguely, and cannot define it; appreciates it, and does not know it. She came to Marion's room about a half-hour... Long Stories - Post by : DaveS - Date : May 2012 - Author : Gilbert Parker - Read : 2167

The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 13. A Living Poem The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 13. A Living Poem

The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 13. A Living Poem
CHAPTER XIII. A LIVING POEMPart of Frank's most trying interview, next to the meeting with his wife, was that with Mackenzie, who had been his special commissioner in the movement of his masquerade. Mackenzie also had learned a great deal since she had brought Lali--home. She, like others, had come to care truly for the sweet barbarian, and served her with a grim kind of reverence. Just in proportion as this had increased, her respect for Frank had decreased. No man can keep a front of dignity in the face of an unbecoming action. However, Mackenzie had her moment, and when... Long Stories - Post by : DaveS - Date : May 2012 - Author : Gilbert Parker - Read : 2335

The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 12. 'The Chase Of The Yellow Swan' The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 12. "The Chase Of The Yellow Swan"

The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 12. 'The Chase Of The Yellow Swan'
CHAPTER XII. "THE CHASE OF THE YELLOW SWAN"Frank and Lali did not meet until dinner was announced. The conversation at dinner was mainly upon the return to Greyhope, which was fixed for the following morning, and it was deftly kept gay and superficial by Marion and Richard and Captain Vidall, until General Armour became reminiscent, and held the interest of the table through a dozen little incidents of camp and barrack life until the ladies rose. There had been an engagement for late in the evening, but it had been given up because of Frank's home-coming, and there was to be... Long Stories - Post by : DaveS - Date : May 2012 - Author : Gilbert Parker - Read : 2810

The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 9. The Faith Of Comrades The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 9. The Faith Of Comrades

The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 9. The Faith Of Comrades
CHAPTER IX. THE FAITH OF COMRADESWhen Francis Armour left his wife's room he did not go to his own, but quietly descended the stairs, went to the library, and sat down. The loneliest thing in the world is to be tete-a-tete with one's conscience. A man may have a bad hour with an enemy, a sad hour with a friend, a peaceful hour with himself, but when the little dwarf, conscience, perches upon every hillock of remembrance and makes slow signs--those strange symbols of the language of the soul--to him, no slave upon the tread-mill suffers more. The butler came in... Long Stories - Post by : DaveS - Date : May 2012 - Author : Gilbert Parker - Read : 1519

The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 8. To Every Man His Hour The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 8. To Every Man His Hour

The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 8. To Every Man His Hour
CHAPTER VIII. TO EVERY MAN HIS HOURIt was the close of the season: many people had left town, but festivities were still on. To a stranger the season might have seemed at its height. The Armours were giving a large party in Cavendish Square before going back again to Greyhope , for the sake of Lali and her child, they intended to remain during the rest of the summer, in preference to going on the Continent or to Scotland. The only unsatisfactory feature of Lali's season was the absence of her husband. Naturally there were those who said strange things regarding... Long Stories - Post by : DaveS - Date : May 2012 - Author : Gilbert Parker - Read : 869

The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 7. A Court-Martial The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 7. A Court-Martial

The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 7. A Court-Martial
CHAPTER VII. A COURT-MARTIALIt was hard to tell, save for a certain deliberateness of speech and a colour a little more pronounced than that of a Spanish woman, that Mrs. Frank Armour had not been brought up in England. She had a kind of grave sweetness and distant charm which made her notable at any table or in any ballroom. Indeed, it soon became apparent that she was to be the pleasant talk, the interest of the season. This was tolerably comforting to the Armours. Again Richard's prophecy had been fulfilled, and as he sat alone at Greyhope and read the... Long Stories - Post by : DaveS - Date : May 2012 - Author : Gilbert Parker - Read : 3315

The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 6. The Passing Of The Years The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 6. The Passing Of The Years

The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 6. The Passing Of The Years
CHAPTER VI. THE PASSING OF THE YEARSLali's recovery was not rapid. A change had come upon her. With that strange ride had gone the last strong flicker of the desire for savage life in her. She knew now the position she held towards her husband: that he had never loved her; that she was only an instrument for unworthy retaliation. So soon as she could speak after her accident, she told them that they must not write to him and tell him of it. She also made them promise that they would give him no news of her at all, save... Long Stories - Post by : DaveS - Date : May 2012 - Author : Gilbert Parker - Read : 1701

The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 5. An Awkward Half-Hour The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 5. An Awkward Half-Hour

The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 5. An Awkward Half-Hour
CHAPTER V. AN AWKWARD HALF-HOURIt is just as well, perhaps, that the matter had become notorious. Otherwise the Armours had lived in that unpleasant condition of being constantly "discovered." It was simply a case of aiming at absolute secrecy, which had been frustrated by Frank himself, or bold and unembarrassed acknowledgment and an attempt to carry things off with a high hand. The latter course was the only one possible. It had originally been Richard's idea, appropriated by General Armour, and accepted by Mrs. Armour and Marion with what grace was possible. The publication of the event prepared their friends, and... Long Stories - Post by : DaveS - Date : May 2012 - Author : Gilbert Parker - Read : 1220

The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 4. In The Name Of The Family The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 4. In The Name Of The Family

The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 4. In The Name Of The Family
CHAPTER IV. IN THE NAME OF THE FAMILYThe journey from Liverpool to Greyhope was passed in comparative silence. The Armours had a compartment to themselves, and they made the Indian girl as comfortable as possible without self-consciousness, without any artificial politeness. So far, what they had done was a matter of duty, not of will; but they had done their duty naturally all their lives, and it was natural to them now. They had no personal feelings towards the girl one way or another, as yet. It was trying to them that people stared into the compartment at different stations. It... Long Stories - Post by : DaveS - Date : May 2012 - Author : Gilbert Parker - Read : 2506

The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 3. Out Of The North The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 3. Out Of The North

The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 3. Out Of The North
CHAPTER III. OUT OF THE NORTHIt was a beautiful day--which was so much in favour of Mrs. Frank Armour in relation to her husband's people. General Armour and his wife had come down from London by the latest train possible, that their suspense at Liverpool might be short. They said little to each other, but when they did speak it was of things very different from the skeleton which they expected to put into the family cupboard presently. Each was trying to spare the other. It was very touching. They naturally looked upon the matter in its most unpromising light, because... Long Stories - Post by : DaveS - Date : May 2012 - Author : Gilbert Parker - Read : 567

The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 2. A Difficult Situation The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 2. A Difficult Situation

The Translation Of A Savage - Chapter 2. A Difficult Situation
CHAPTER II. A DIFFICULT SITUATIONWhen Mrs. Frank Armour arrived at Montreal she still wore her Indian costume of clean, well-broidered buckskin, moccasins, and leggings, all surmounted by a blanket. It was not a distinguished costume, but it seemed suitable to its wearer. Mr. Armour's agent was in a quandary. He had received no instructions regarding her dress. He felt, of course, that, as Mrs. Frank Armour, she should put off these garments, and dress, so far as was possible, in accordance with her new position. But when he spoke about it to Mackenzie, the elderly maid and companion, he found that... Long Stories - Post by : DaveS - Date : May 2012 - Author : Gilbert Parker - Read : 1303

The Trail Of The Sword - Epoch The Fourth - Chapter 24. In Which The Sword Is Sheathed The Trail Of The Sword - Epoch The Fourth - Chapter 24. In Which The Sword Is Sheathed

The Trail Of The Sword - Epoch The Fourth - Chapter 24. In Which The Sword Is Sheathed
EPOCH THE FOURTH CHAPTER XXIV. IN WHICH THE SWORD IS SHEATHEDHow had it gone with Iberville and Gering? The room was large, scantily, though comfortably, furnished. For a moment after they took up their swords they eyed each other calmly. Iberville presently smiled: he was recalling that night, years ago, when by the light of the old Dutch lantern they had fallen upon each other, swordsmen, even in those days, of more than usual merit. They had practised greatly since. Iberville was the taller of the two, Gering the stouter. Iberville's eye was slow, calculating, penetrating; Gering's was swift, strangely vigilant.... Long Stories - Post by : kkcat - Date : May 2012 - Author : Gilbert Parker - Read : 2400

The Trail Of The Sword - Epoch The Fourth - Chapter 23. At The Gates Of Misfortune The Trail Of The Sword - Epoch The Fourth - Chapter 23. At The Gates Of Misfortune

The Trail Of The Sword - Epoch The Fourth - Chapter 23. At The Gates Of Misfortune
EPOCH THE FOURTH CHAPTER XXIII. AT THE GATES OF MISFORTUNEMeanwhile the abbe and Jessica were making their way swiftly towards the manor-house. They scarcely spoke as they went, but in Jessica's mind was a vague horror. Lights sparkled on the crescent shore of Beauport, and the torches of fishermen flared upon the St. Charles. She looked back once towards the heights of Quebec and saw the fires of many homes--they scorched her eyes. She asked no questions. The priest beside her was silent, not looking at her at all. At last he turned and said: "Madame, whatever has happened, whatever may... Long Stories - Post by : kkcat - Date : May 2012 - Author : Gilbert Parker - Read : 3380