tag="{http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml}a">AN OLD FRIEND AND A NEW ACQUAINTANCE,

CHAPTER VII.

WHAT THE AVON SAID,

CHAPTER VIII.

DERELICT WOMEN,

CHAPTER IX.

THE PILGRIMAGE TO ST PAUL'S,

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Part the Third.

MISERERE NOBIS.

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CHAPTER I.

ANXIETY AND DESPAIR,

CHAPTER II.

A BAD WAKING,

CHAPTER III.

MOTHER AND SON,

CHAPTER IV.

A NERVOUS SUITOR,

CHAPTER V.

AN UNEASY MOTHER,

CHAPTER VI.

A TROUBLED HEART,

CHAPTER VII.

LOVE AND FAITH,

CHAPTER VIII.

ON THE WAY DOWN,

CHAPTER IX.

MARIE'S PROMISE TO MRS OSBORNE,

CHAPTER X.

A DINNER AT HOME,

CHAPTER XI.

AFTER DINNER AT HOME,

CHAPTER XII.

IN THE STORM,

CHAPTER XIII.

CONSERVATORY CONSPIRATORS,

CHAPTER XIV.

IN A NEW ASPECT,

CHAPTER XV.

OSBORNE'S FINAL RESOLUTION,

CHAPTER XVI.

WHEN MY GEORGE IS AWAY,

CHAPTER XVII.

THE END,

Part the First.

SATURN SHALL BE KING.

UNDER ST PAUL'S.

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CHAPTER I.

SHE AND HE.

'"Roast beef, roast pork, mutton pie, or hash?" Ah, I thought so! When we last met-for we have met three or four times, if I am not mistaken--we were more familiar with those words than good Mrs Barclay's hospitable inquiry. Have you been much around since we sat at that boarding-house mahogany in New York?' The beautiful head was raised, the brilliant face was turned to the speaker, the dark eyes were fixed upon his face, and the girl answered, with good-humoured ease,-- 'Yes, I have travelled a good deal since we met at New York last year.' 'Ah, so have I!' said the thin, dark, restless young man opposite her, who had spoken first. The company had been only a few minutes seated at the Sunday dinner of Mrs Barclay's private hotel, situate in Peter's Row, hard by the Cathedral of St Paul's, London. 'I have been,' continued the lank,