Category: Historical Novels

A Lost Leader: A Tale of Restoration Days

"'Is there any hope?' To which an answer peal'd from that high land, But in a tongue no man could understand; And on the glimmering limit far withdrawn God made Himself an awful rose of Dawn." TENNYSON, _Vision of Sin._

Chapters

11. CHAPTER XI.

The grey dawn was stealing over the land as Audrey and Richard halted at a cottage outside Lynn, and gave the pony into the care of an old countryman, that they might slip into...

3. CHAPTER III.

A solid mass of people thronged the space where three roads met and Charing Cross once stood, and above the serried heads rose the black skeleton of the gallows and the executio...

4. CHAPTER IV.

For a while Richard Harrison found safety in his old county, not indeed in his father's comfortable town-house, nor in the widowed Mrs. Harrison's county home, but lurking among...

5. CHAPTER V.

The dull listlessness from which his encounter with Astbury aroused him for a moment, closed on him again as soon as he was once more alone; the glimpse of his old ideals that h...

13. CHAPTER XIII.

Mrs. Joyce ushered her guest up the wide staircase with due ceremony and volubility. He was aware that faces peered from half-open doors and whispered remarks went round as he c...

8. CHAPTER VIII.

"Yes! I love justice well, as well as you do; But, since the good dame's blind, she shall excuse me If, time and reason fitting, I prove dumb." SCOTT, _Old Play._

6. CHAPTER VI.

Long after the light sound of Audrey's step had died away on the garden path, Richard Harrison sat and dreamed. Of late, exhausted by cold and fatigue, he had begun to lose cont...

1. CHAPTER I.

"'Is there any hope?' To which an answer peal'd from that high land, But in a tongue no man could understand; And on the glimmering limit far withdrawn God made Himself an awful...

10. CHAPTER X.

"Fie! Fie! Have I nothing more pressing to attend to than to weep over these old tales?" cried Audrey, as she looked round the crowded shelves of the closet. "It were more to th...

7. CHAPTER VII.

Harrison took Audrey's hand and led her back into the kitchen. For a minute he held her hand, and a curious memory came to him of how he had once picked up a little bird that ha...

9. CHAPTER IX.

The firelight played on the panelled walls with which she had once been so familiar, and the figures on the tapestry curtains seemed to smile a grim welcome to the daughter of t...

12. CHAPTER XII.

"'Be brave!' she cried, 'you yet may be our guest; Our haunted room was ever held the best. If, then, your valour can the fright sustain Of rustling curtains and of clinking cha...

14. CHAPTER XIV.

Harrison led the way down the path across the heather. Soon the narrow lane grew deeper, and the sand softer under their feet. The tiny glen was dark, and Harrison turned, and o...

2. CHAPTER II.

"He was a stalwart knight and keen, And had in many a battle been; * * * * His eyebrow dark, and eye of fire, Show'd spirit proud and prompt to ire; Yet lines of thought upon hi...

16. CHAPTER III.

15. CHAPTER I.

18. CHAPTER XI.

17. CHAPTER V.