Category: Historical Novels

Mohawks: A Novel. Volume 1 of 3

"Nothing but this," answered the farmer's man, holding up a bundle of papers--pamphlets and manuscripts--dirty, crumpled, worn as if with much carrying to and fro over the face of the earth. They were tied up in a ragged old cotton handkerchief, and they had been carried in th...

Chapters

9. CHAPTER IX.

Lavendale mused and brooded upon that strange story of the man who had cheated him out of his sweetheart, if it could indeed be said that he owed the loss of Judith's hand to Mr...

1. CHAPTER I.

"Nothing but this," answered the farmer's man, holding up a bundle of papers--pamphlets and manuscripts--dirty, crumpled, worn as if with much carrying to and fro over the face...

4. CHAPTER IV.

To be a fashionable beauty, with a reputation for intelligence--nay, even for that much rarer quality, wit; to have been born in the purple; to have been just enough talked abou...

8. CHAPTER VIII.

Lord Lavendale's house in Bloomsbury Square had an air of neglect and desolation when the two young men arrived there unexpectedly in the dusk of a summer evening, having ridden...

12. CHAPTER XII.

At Lavendale Manor there was no note of expectancy, no stir among the old servants. His lordship had given no intimation of his return. The grooms had to rouse their underlings...

7. CHAPTER VII.

Rena appeared at the promised hour next day, as punctually as if she had been indeed that spirit of the woodland to whom Herrick likened her. He showed her the contents of his s...

3. CHAPTER III.

It was a habit with the two little girls, when the weather was bad and they could not ramble far afield in the spacious park, to take their exercise anywhere they could about th...

6. CHAPTER VI.

Three miles and a quarter from Fairmile Court, as the crow flies, stands Lavendale Manor, one of the oldest seats in Surrey. It had been a Cistercian grange in the reign of Step...

2. CHAPTER II.

Mrs. Layburne poured out half a tumbler of brandy, propped the sick man's head upon her arm, and put the glass to his lips. He drank eagerly, gasping as he drank.

11. CHAPTER XI.

Christmas was near at hand, the fox-hunting season was in full swing, and Lady Judith and Mr. Topsparkle had made up a large party for sport and music at Ringwood Abbey. Her Gra...

5. CHAPTER V.

Between 1710 and 1726 Fairmile Park had been growing year by year less like a gentleman's park and more like a forest. The wild tangle of underwood, the hollies and hawthorns, t...

10. CHAPTER X.

Squire Bosworth, having once consented to bring his daughter to town, was not a man to stint money in detail. He surprised his sister-in-law by the liberality of his arrangement...