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قراءة كتاب An Old Man's Love
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AN OLD MAN'S LOVE
by
ANTHONY TROLLOPE
In Two Volumes
William Blackwood and Sons
Edinburgh and London
MDCCCLXXXIV
NOTE.
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This story, "An Old Man's Love," is the last of my father's novels. As I have stated in the preface to his Autobiography, "The Landleaguers" was written after this book, but was never fully completed. HENRY M. TROLLOPE. |
CONTENTS
| VOLUME I. |
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| I. | MRS BAGGETT |
| II. | MR WHITTLESTAFF |
| III. | MARY LAWRIE |
| IV. | MARY LAWRIE ACCEPTS MR WHITTLESTAFF |
| V. | "I SUPPOSE IT WAS A DREAM" |
| VI. | JOHN GORDON |
| VII. | JOHN GORDON AND MR WHITTLESTAFF |
| VIII. | JOHN GORDON AND MARY LAWRIE |
| IX. | THE REV MONTAGU BLAKE |
| X. | JOHN GORDON AGAIN GOES TO CROKER'S HALL |
| XI. | MRS BAGGETT TRUSTS ONLY IN THE FUNDS |
| XII. | MR BLAKE'S GOOD NEWS |
| VOLUME II. |
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| XIII. | AT LITTLE ALRESFORD |
| XIV. | MR WHITTLESTAFF IS GOING OUT TO DINNER |
| XV. | MR WHITTLESTAFF GOES OUT TO DINNER |
| XVI. | MRS BAGGETT'S PHILOSOPHY |
| XVII. | MR WHITTLESTAFF MEDITATES A JOURNEY |
| XVIII. | MR AND MRS TOOKEY |
| XIX. | MR WHITTLESTAFF'S JOURNEY DISCUSSED |
| XX. | MR WHITTLESTAFF TAKES HIS JOURNEY |
| XXI. | THE GREEN PARK |
| XXII. | JOHN GORDON WRITES A LETTER |
| XXIII. | AGAIN AT CROKER'S HALL |
| XXIV. | CONCLUSION |
VOLUME I.
CHAPTER I.
MRS BAGGETT.
Mr William Whittlestaff was strolling very slowly up and down the long walk at his country seat in Hampshire, thinking of the contents of a letter which he held crushed up within his trousers' pocket. He always breakfasted exactly at nine, and the letters were supposed to be brought to him at a quarter past. The postman was really due at his hall-door at a quarter before nine; but though he had lived in the same house for above fifteen years, and though he was a man very anxious to get his letters, he had never yet learned the truth about them. He was satisfied in his ignorance with 9.15 a.m., but on this occasion the post-boy, as usual, was ten minutes after that time. Mr Whittlestaff had got through his second cup of tea, and was stranded in his chair, having nothing to do, with the empty cup and plates before him for the space of two minutes; and, consequently, when he had sent some terrible message out to the post-boy, and then had read the one epistle which had arrived on this morning, he thus liberated his mind: "I'll be whipped if I will have anything to do with