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The Wayfarers

The Wayfarers

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"'It is most strange, madam ... that you should not be certain of the name of your husband.'" (Chapter XIII.)

"'It is most strange, madam ... that you should not be certain of the name of your husband.'" (Chapter XIII.)




THE WAYFARERS


BY

J. C. SNAITH


Author of "Mistress Dorothy Marvin," "Fierceheart,
the Soldier," "Lady Barbarity," etc




WARD, LOCK & CO., LIMITED
LONDON, MELBOURNE AND TORONTO
1902




CONTENTS

CHAP.  
I   THE DEVIL TO PAY
II   LADY CYNTHIA CAREW
III   INTRODUCES A MERITORIOUS HEBREW
IV   WE START UPON OUR PILGRIMAGE
V   I VINDICATE THE NATIONAL CHARACTER.
VI   CONTAINS A FEW TRITE UTTERANCES ON THE GENTLE PASSION
VII   AN INSTRUCTIVE CHAPTER; IN WHICH IT IS SHOWN THAT IF A LITTLE LEARNING IS DANGEROUS, MUCH MAY BE CALAMITOUS
VIII   WE GET US TO CHURCH
IX   WE GO UPON OUR WEDDING TOUR
X   WE ARE BESET BY A HEAVY MISFORTUNE
XI   I COME A PRISONER TO A FAMILIAR HOUSE, AND FIND STRANGE COMPANY
XII   I DISCOVER A GREAT AUTHOR WHERE I LEAST EXPECT TO FIND ONE
XIII   I FIND OUT CYNTHIA: CYNTHIA FINDS OUT ME
XIV   AMANTIUM IRÆ
XV   AMORIS INTEGRATIO: WE ARE CLAPT IN THE STOCKS
XVI   WE ARE SO SORELY TRIED THAT WE FAIN HAVE RECOURSE TO OUR WITS
XVII   WE MAKE ACQUAINTANCE WITH A PERSON OF DISTINCTION
XVIII   CONTAINS A PANEGYRIC ON THE GENTLE PASSION
XIX   WE APPEAR IN A NEW CHARACTER
XX   DISADVANTAGES OF A CHAISE AND A PAIR OF HORSES
XXI   WE REAP THE FRUITS OF OUR AUDACITY
XXII   THE LAST




THE WAYFARERS


CHAPTER I

THE DEVIL TO PAY

When I opened my eyes it was one o'clock in the day. The cards lay on the table in a heap, and on the carpet in a greater one, the dead bottles in their midst. The candles were burnt out; their holders were foul with smoke and grease. As I sat up on the couch on which I had thrown myself at nine o clock in the morning in the desperation of fatigue, and stretched the sleep out of my limbs and rubbed it out of my brain the afternoon strove through the drawn blinds palely. The half-light gave such a sombre and appropriate touch to the profligate scene that it would have moved a moralist to a disquisition of five pages. But whatever my errors, that accusation was never urged against me, even by my friends. You

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