When the Birds Begin to Sing
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"The vicar's wife would have a fit if I lounged like this." See page 4
WHEN THE BIRDS BEGIN TO SING.
A Novel
BY
BY
WINIFRED GRAHAM,
AUTHOR OF "ON THE DOWN GRADE," &c., &c.
WITH SIXTEEN ILLUSTRATIONS BY HAROLD PIFFARD.
LONDON: C. ARTHUR PEARSON LTD., HENRIETTA STREET, W.C. 1897
WITH SIXTEEN ILLUSTRATIONS BY HAROLD PIFFARD.
LONDON: C. ARTHUR PEARSON LTD., HENRIETTA STREET, W.C. 1897
AUTHOR OF "ON THE DOWN GRADE," &c., &c.
WITH SIXTEEN ILLUSTRATIONS BY HAROLD PIFFARD.
LONDON: C. ARTHUR PEARSON LTD., HENRIETTA STREET, W.C. 1897
WITH SIXTEEN ILLUSTRATIONS BY HAROLD PIFFARD.
LONDON: C. ARTHUR PEARSON LTD., HENRIETTA STREET, W.C. 1897
CONTENTS.
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
"THE VICAR'S WIFE WOULD HAVE A FIT IF I LOUNGED LIKE THIS" . . . Frontispiece
"LOOK! THERE IT GOES."
SALUTING THE OLD PICTURES ON THE WALL WITH MOCK COURTESY
THE DINING-ROOM DOOR OPENS, AND PHILIP ROCHE STANDS BEFORE THEM
"MR. AND MRS. GREBBY!"
SHE COVERS HER FACE WITH HER HANDS
"MAY I SEE THAT PHOTOGRAPH?"
"WHY, IT'S NEVER MR. ROCHE!" SHE EXCLAIMS
SHE RUSHES TO THE DOOR WITH A WILD CRY
ELEANOR STAGGERS ON BREATHLESSLY UP THE HILL
THE CRUEL FINGERS PRESS WITH DEADLY FORCE
BIG TOMBO BOWS ASSENT
BEARING TENDERLY THE LIMP BODY OF THE TERRIER
"WHAT VILLAIN HAS KILLED MY HORSE?"
SHE STEALS INTO THE VERANDAH AND WATCHES
PHILIP THROWS BACK HIS COAT, AND SHE SEES THE SHIRT BENEATH IT IS SPLASHED WITH BLOOD
"LOOK! THERE IT GOES."
SALUTING THE OLD PICTURES ON THE WALL WITH MOCK COURTESY
THE DINING-ROOM DOOR OPENS, AND PHILIP ROCHE STANDS BEFORE THEM
"MR. AND MRS. GREBBY!"
SHE COVERS HER FACE WITH HER HANDS
"MAY I SEE THAT PHOTOGRAPH?"
"WHY, IT'S NEVER MR. ROCHE!" SHE EXCLAIMS
SHE RUSHES TO THE DOOR WITH A WILD CRY
ELEANOR STAGGERS ON BREATHLESSLY UP THE HILL
THE CRUEL FINGERS PRESS WITH DEADLY FORCE
BIG TOMBO BOWS ASSENT
BEARING TENDERLY THE LIMP BODY OF THE TERRIER
"WHAT VILLAIN HAS KILLED MY HORSE?"
SHE STEALS INTO THE VERANDAH AND WATCHES
PHILIP THROWS BACK HIS COAT, AND SHE SEES THE SHIRT BENEATH IT IS SPLASHED WITH BLOOD
"THE VICAR'S WIFE WOULD HAVE A FIT IF I LOUNGED LIKE THIS" . . . Frontispiece
"LOOK! THERE IT GOES."
SALUTING THE OLD PICTURES ON THE WALL WITH MOCK COURTESY
THE DINING-ROOM DOOR OPENS, AND PHILIP ROCHE STANDS BEFORE THEM
"MR. AND MRS. GREBBY!"
SHE COVERS HER FACE WITH HER HANDS
"MAY I SEE THAT PHOTOGRAPH?"
"WHY, IT'S NEVER MR. ROCHE!" SHE EXCLAIMS
SHE RUSHES TO THE DOOR WITH A WILD CRY
ELEANOR STAGGERS ON BREATHLESSLY UP THE HILL
THE CRUEL FINGERS PRESS WITH DEADLY FORCE
BIG TOMBO BOWS ASSENT
BEARING TENDERLY THE LIMP BODY OF THE TERRIER
"WHAT VILLAIN HAS KILLED MY HORSE?"
SHE STEALS INTO THE VERANDAH AND WATCHES
PHILIP THROWS BACK HIS COAT, AND SHE SEES THE SHIRT BENEATH IT IS SPLASHED WITH BLOOD
"LOOK! THERE IT GOES."
SALUTING THE OLD PICTURES ON THE WALL WITH MOCK COURTESY
THE DINING-ROOM DOOR OPENS, AND PHILIP ROCHE STANDS BEFORE THEM
"MR. AND MRS. GREBBY!"
SHE COVERS HER FACE WITH HER HANDS
"MAY I SEE THAT PHOTOGRAPH?"
"WHY, IT'S NEVER MR. ROCHE!" SHE EXCLAIMS
SHE RUSHES TO THE DOOR WITH A WILD CRY
ELEANOR STAGGERS ON BREATHLESSLY UP THE HILL
THE CRUEL FINGERS PRESS WITH DEADLY FORCE
BIG TOMBO BOWS ASSENT
BEARING TENDERLY THE LIMP BODY OF THE TERRIER
"WHAT VILLAIN HAS KILLED MY HORSE?"
SHE STEALS INTO THE VERANDAH AND WATCHES
PHILIP THROWS BACK HIS COAT, AND SHE SEES THE SHIRT BENEATH IT IS SPLASHED WITH BLOOD
WHEN THE BIRDS BEGIN TO SING.
CHAPTER I.
AND WHEN LOVE SPEAKS.
CHAPTER II.
"IMPARADIS'D IN ONE ANOTHER'S ARMS."—Milton.
CHAPTER III.
GOD MADE THE WOMAN FOR THE MAN.—Tennyson.
"Look! there it goes."
"Look! there it goes."
CHAPTER IV.
LIFE IS A JEST.
Saluting the old pictures on the wall with mock courtesy.
Saluting the old pictures on the wall with mock courtesy.
CHAPTER V.
"THE FLY THAT SIPS TREACLE IS LOST IN THE SWEETS."
The dining-room door opens, and Philip Roche stands before them.
The dining-room door opens, and Philip Roche stands before them.
CHAPTER VI.
LIKE ONE THAT ON A LONESOME ROAD DOST WALK IN FEAR AND DREAD.
CHAPTER VII.
THE SHADOWS RISE AND FALL.
CHAPTER VIII.
KIND HEARTS ARE MORE THAN CORONETS.
"Mr. and Mrs. Grebby!"
"Mr. and Mrs. Grebby!"
CHAPTER IX.
HEART SICK AND WEARY WITH THE JOURNEY'S FRET.
CHAPTER X.
FALSER THAN ALL FANCY FATHOMS.
CHAPTER XI.
IF WE ONLY KNOW! IF WE ONLY KNOW!
She covers her face with her hands.
She covers her face with her hands.
CHAPTER XII.
TO-MORROW, AND TO-MORROW, AND TO-MORROW.—Shakespeare.
"May I see that photograph?"
"May I see that photograph?"
CHAPTER XIII.
IF NEED, TO DIE—NOT LIVE.—Chas. Kingsley.
CHAPTER XIV.
IN CLOUDS OF SILENCE FOLDED OUT OF SIGHT.
"Why, it's never Mr. Roche!" she exclaims.
She rushes to the door with a wild cry.
"Why, it's never Mr. Roche!" she exclaims.
She rushes to the door with a wild cry.
CHAPTER XV.
AH, FOR SOME RETREAT, DEEP IN YONDER SHINING ORIENT.—Tennyson.
Eleanor staggers on breathlessly up the hill.
Eleanor staggers on breathlessly up the hill.
CHAPTER XVI.
OH, LOVE! IN SUCH A WILDERNESS AS THIS.
The cruel fingers press with deadly force.
The cruel fingers press with deadly force.
CHAPTER XVII.
"WHERE THERE AIN'T NO TEN COMMANDMENTS." "The Road to Mandalay."—Rudyard Kipling.
CHAPTER XVIII.
LET US BE OPEN AS THE DAY.
Big Tombo bows assent.
Big Tombo bows assent.
CHAPTER XIX.
THE IDEAL! DIM VANITIES OF DREAMS BY NIGHT.
Bearing tenderly the limp body of the terrier.
Bearing tenderly the limp body of the terrier.
CHAPTER XX.
LIFE IS THORNY, AND YOUTH IS VAIN.
"What villain has killed my horse?"
"What villain has killed my horse?"
CHAPTER XXI.
She steals into the verandah and watches.
She steals into the verandah and watches.
CHAPTER XXII.
NO FOOTSTEP STIRRED—THE HATED WORLD ALL SLEPT, SAVE ONLY THEE AND ME. (OH, HEAVEN! OH, GOD!)
CHAPTER XXIII.
OH, I DEFY THEE, HELL, TO SHOW ON BEDS OF FIRE THAT BURN BELOW, A DEEPER WOE.—E. A. Poe.
Philip throws back his coat, and she sees the shirt beneath it is splashed with blood.
Philip throws back his coat, and she sees the shirt beneath it is splashed with blood.
AND WHEN LOVE SPEAKS.
CHAPTER II.
"IMPARADIS'D IN ONE ANOTHER'S ARMS."—Milton.
CHAPTER III.
GOD MADE THE WOMAN FOR THE MAN.—Tennyson.
"Look! there it goes."
"Look! there it goes."
CHAPTER IV.
LIFE IS A JEST.
Saluting the old pictures on the wall with mock courtesy.
Saluting the old pictures on the wall with mock courtesy.
CHAPTER V.
"THE FLY THAT SIPS TREACLE IS LOST IN THE SWEETS."
The dining-room door opens, and Philip Roche stands before them.
The dining-room door opens, and Philip Roche stands before them.
CHAPTER VI.
LIKE ONE THAT ON A LONESOME ROAD DOST WALK IN FEAR AND DREAD.
CHAPTER VII.
THE SHADOWS RISE AND FALL.
CHAPTER VIII.
KIND HEARTS ARE MORE THAN CORONETS.
"Mr. and Mrs. Grebby!"
"Mr. and Mrs. Grebby!"
CHAPTER IX.
HEART SICK AND WEARY WITH THE JOURNEY'S FRET.
CHAPTER X.
FALSER THAN ALL FANCY FATHOMS.
CHAPTER XI.
IF WE ONLY KNOW! IF WE ONLY KNOW!
She covers her face with her hands.
She covers her face with her hands.
CHAPTER XII.
TO-MORROW, AND TO-MORROW, AND TO-MORROW.—Shakespeare.
"May I see that photograph?"
"May I see that photograph?"
CHAPTER XIII.
IF NEED, TO DIE—NOT LIVE.—Chas. Kingsley.
CHAPTER XIV.
IN CLOUDS OF SILENCE FOLDED OUT OF SIGHT.
"Why, it's never Mr. Roche!" she exclaims.
She rushes to the door with a wild cry.
"Why, it's never Mr. Roche!" she exclaims.
She rushes to the door with a wild cry.
CHAPTER XV.
AH, FOR SOME RETREAT, DEEP IN YONDER SHINING ORIENT.—Tennyson.
Eleanor staggers on breathlessly up the hill.
Eleanor staggers on breathlessly up the hill.
CHAPTER XVI.
OH, LOVE! IN SUCH A WILDERNESS AS THIS.
The cruel fingers press with deadly force.
The cruel fingers press with deadly force.
CHAPTER XVII.
"WHERE THERE AIN'T NO TEN COMMANDMENTS." "The Road to Mandalay."—Rudyard Kipling.
CHAPTER XVIII.
LET US BE OPEN AS THE DAY.
Big Tombo bows assent.
Big Tombo bows assent.
CHAPTER XIX.
THE IDEAL! DIM VANITIES OF DREAMS BY NIGHT.
Bearing tenderly the limp body of the terrier.
Bearing tenderly the limp body of the terrier.
CHAPTER XX.
LIFE IS THORNY, AND YOUTH IS VAIN.
"What villain has killed my horse?"
"What villain has killed my horse?"
CHAPTER XXI.
She steals into the verandah and watches.
She steals into the verandah and watches.
CHAPTER XXII.
NO FOOTSTEP STIRRED—THE HATED WORLD ALL SLEPT, SAVE ONLY THEE AND ME. (OH, HEAVEN! OH, GOD!)
CHAPTER XXIII.
OH, I DEFY THEE, HELL, TO SHOW ON BEDS OF FIRE THAT BURN BELOW, A DEEPER WOE.—E. A. Poe.
Philip throws back his coat, and she sees the shirt beneath it is splashed with blood.
Philip throws back his coat, and she sees the shirt beneath it is splashed with blood.
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