Category: Historical Novels
It was the opinion of Robin Dalrymple that Mangnall was a humbug. Such, at least, was the fact that he announced, in tones both loud and decided, as he closed a somewhat battered copy of that author's works with a tremendous clap, and tossed it contemptuously on the table. Les...
It was the opinion of Robin Dalrymple that Mangnall was a humbug. Such, at least, was the fact that he announced, in tones both loud and decided, as he closed a somewhat battere...
2. CHAPTER II.In the year 1674 (nearly two hundred years ago, my dears), I was born in this house. My name, as you now know, was not Lady Greensleeves or Lady anything then, but plain Mistres...
3. CHAPTER III.Madame St. Aubert's young ladies were in the schoolroom one bright June morning, putting away books, inkstands, samplers, etc., with great energy and despatch; for both the cloc...
4. CHAPTER IV.The next day we watched the Duke of Monmouth's troops march out of Taunton on their way to Bridgewater. File after file of soldiers passed under our eyes, and yet there were mor...
5. CHAPTER V.'Surely that isn't the end?' said a disappointed voice, as Uncle Algernon paused, and gazed thoughtfully at the portrait of Lady Greensleeves, which was leaning against the wall...
6. CHAPTER VI.'Robin, I'm quite sure now that Uncle Algernon is writing a book about Bluecoat and Lady Greensleeves,' whispered Silvia, as they walked away from the dressing-room. 'Didn't you...
7. CHAPTER VII.Some hours after my incursion into the Palace of Hampton Court, I was wandering about under the chestnut-trees in Bushy Park. I had been loitering there all that hot summer afte...