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The Project Gutenberg eBook, A Bride from the Bush, by E. W. (Ernest William) Hornung
Title: A Bride from the Bush
Author: E. W. (Ernest William) Hornung
Release Date: December 23, 2011 [eBook #38388]
Language: English
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A Bride
from
The Bush
Ernest Wm. Hornung
Collins’ Clear-Type Press
London & Glasgow
B.B. | Chap. 4. |
CONTENTS
CHAP. | PAGE | |
I. | A LETTER FROM ALFRED | 9 |
II. | HOME IN STYLE | 24 |
III. | PINS AND NEEDLES | 35 |
IV. | A TASTE OF HER QUALITY | 49 |
V. | GRANVILLE ON THE SITUATION | 61 |
VI. | COMPARING NOTES | 71 |
VII. | IN RICHMOND PARK | 81 |
VIII. | GRAN’S REVENGE | 96 |
IX. | E TENEBRIS LUX | 112 |
X. | PLAIN SAILING | 129 |
XI. | A THUNDER-CLAP | 142 |
XII. | PAST PARDON | 151 |
XIII. | A SOCIAL INFLICTION | 160 |
XIV. | ‘HEAR MY PRAYER!’ | 172 |
XV. | THE FIRST PARTING | 186 |
XVI. | TRACES | 194 |
XVII. | WAITING FOR THE WORST | 209 |
XVIII. | THE BOUNDARY-RIDER OF THE YELKIN PADDOCK | 228 |
XIX. | ANOTHER LETTER FROM ALFRED | 244 |
CHAPTER I
A LETTER FROM ALFRED
There was consternation in the domestic camp of Mr Justice Bligh on the banks of the Thames. It was a Sunday morning in early summer. Three-fourths of the family sat in ominous silence before the mockery of a well-spread breakfast-table: Sir James and Lady Bligh and their second son, Granville. The eldest son—the missing complement of this family of four—was abroad. For many months back, and, in fact, down to this very minute, it had been pretty confidently believed that the young man was somewhere in the wilds of Australia; no one had quite known where, for the young man, like most vagabond young men, was a terribly meagre corespondent; nor had it ever been clear why