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"Where is Miss Esther, Genefer?" "I think she's at the linen-press, marm, putting away the things from the wash." "Tell her to come to me when she has done that. I want to speak to her." "Yes, marm, I will. Can I do anything else for you?" "No, thank you. I have all I want. But send Miss Esther to me quickly."
"A Heroine of France" from Evelyn Everett-Green. English novelist (1856-1932).
True to Himself: Or My Boyhood's Hero is a novel written by Evelyn Everett-Green and published in 1885. The story follows the life of a young boy named Harry, who grows up to become a successful businessman. Along the way, he faces many challenges, including poverty, illness, and the loss of loved ones. Despite these obstacles, Harry remains true to himself and his values, which include honesty, hard work, and kindness. The novel is set in Victorian England and provides a vivid portrait of the era's social and economic conditions. It also explores themes of family, friendship, and the importance of staying true to oneself. Overall, True to Himself is a heartwarming and inspiring story of one boy's journey to success and self-discovery.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.
CHAPTER I. DYNEVOR CASTLE. "La-ha-hoo! la-ha-hoo!" Far down the widening valley, and up the wild, picturesque ravine, rang the strange but not unmusical call. It awoke the slumbering echoes of the still place, and a hundred voices seemed to take up the cry, and pass it on as from mouth to mouth. But the boy's quick ears were not to be deceived by the mocking voices of the spirits of solitude, and presently the call rang out again with greater clearness than before: "La-ha-hoo!" The boy stood with his head thrown back, his fair curls floating in the mountain breeze, his blue eyes, clear and bright and keen as those of a wild eaglet, fixed upon a craggy ridge on the opposite side of the gorge, whilst his left hand was placed upon the collar of a huge wolfhound who stood beside him, sniffing the wind and showing by every tremulous movement his longing to be off and away, were it not for the detaining hand of his young master. The lad was very simply dressed in a tunic of soft, well-dressed leather, upon the breast of which was stamped some device which might have been the badge of his house. His active limbs were encased in the same strong, yielding material, and the only thing about him which seemed to indicate rank or birth was a belt with a richly-chased gold clasp and a poniard with a jewelled hilt. Perhaps the noble bearing of the boy was his best proof of right to the noble name he bore. One of the last of the royal house of Dynevor, he looked every inch a prince, as he stood bare-headed in the sunlight amidst the everlasting hills of his well-loved home, too young to see the clouds which were settling so darkly and so surely upon the bright horizon of his life -- his dreams still of glory and triumph, culminating in the complete emancipation of his well-loved country from the hated English yoke. The dog strained and whined against the detaining clasp upon his neck, but the boy held him fast. "Nay, Gelert, we are not going a-hunting," he said. "Hark! is not that the sound of a horn? Are they not even now returning? Over yon fell they come. Let me but hear their hail, and thou and I will be off to meet them. I would they heard the news first from my lips. My mother bid me warn them. I wot she fears what Llewelyn and Howel might say or do were they to find English guests in our hall and they all unwarned." Once more the boy raised his voice in the wild call which had awakened the echoes before, and this time his practised ear distinguished amongst the multitudinous replies an answering shout from human lips. Releasing Gelert, who dashed forward with a bay of delight, the lad commenced springing from rock to rock up the narrowing gorge, until he reached a spot where the dwindling stream could be crossed by a bound; from which spot a wild path, more like a goat track than one intended for the foot of man, led upwards towards the higher portions of the wild fell. The boy sped onwards with the fleetness and agility of a born mountaineer. The hound bounded at his side; and before either had traversed the path far, voices ahead of them became distinctly audible, and a little group might be seen approaching, laden with the spoils of the chase....
A Fictional Account of St Joan of Arc Excerpt: CHAPTER I. HOW I FIRST HEARD OF THE MAID. "The age of Chivalry--alas!--is dead. The days of miracles are past and gone! What future is there for hapless France? She lies in the dust. How can she hope to rise?" Sir Guy de Laval looked full in our faces as he spoke these words, and what could one reply? Ah me!--Those were sad and sorrowful days for France--and for those who thought upon the bygone glories of the past, when she was mistress of herself, held high her head, and was a power with hostile nations. What would the great Charlemagne say, could he see us now? What would even St. Louis of blessed memory feel, could he witness the changes wrought by only a century and a half? Surely it were enough to cause them to turn in their graves! The north lying supine at the feet of the English conqueror; licking his hand, as a dog licks that of his master, lost to all sense of shame that an English infant in his cradle (so to speak) should rule through a regent the fair realm of France, whilst its own lawful King, banished from his capital and from half his kingdom, should keep his Court at Bourges or Chinon, passing his days in idle revelry, heedless of the eclipse of former greatness, careless of the further aggressions threatened by the ever-encroaching foe. Was Orleans to fall next into the greedy maw of the English adventurers? Was it not already threatened? And how could it be saved if nothing could rouse the King from his slothful indifference? O for the days of Chivalry!--The days so long gone by! Whilst I, Jean de Novelpont, was musing thus, a curious look overshadowed the face of Bertrand de Poulengy, our comrade and friend, with whom, when we had said adieu to Sir Guy a few miles farther on, I was to return to Vaucouleurs, to pay a long-promised visit there. I had been journeying awhile with Sir Guy in Germany, and he was on his way to the Court at Chinon; for we were all of the Armagnac party, loyal to our rightful monarch, whether King or only Dauphin still, since he had not been crowned, and had adopted no truly regal state or authority; and we were earnestly desirous of seeing him awaken from his lethargy and put himself at the head of an army, resolved to drive out the invaders from the land, and be King of France in truth as well as in name. But so far it seemed as though nothing short of a miracle would effect this, and the days of miracles, as Sir Guy had said, were now past and gone.
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Sir Aylmer's Heir by Evelyn Everett-Green. This book is a reproduction of the original book published in 1894 and may have some imperfections such as marks or hand-written notes.
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Temple's Trial: Or For Life Or Death is a novel written by Evelyn Everett-Green and first published in 1887. The book is set in England during the 17th century and follows the story of a young man named Temple, who is accused of a crime he did not commit. The plot revolves around Temple's trial, where he must prove his innocence or face the death penalty. The novel explores themes of justice, prejudice, and the power of truth. Throughout the book, Temple faces numerous challenges and obstacles, including corrupt officials, false witnesses, and a biased judge. Despite these challenges, he remains steadfast in his belief in his innocence and fights to clear his name. The novel is a gripping tale of suspense and drama, with twists and turns that will keep readers on the edge of their seats. It is a timeless classic that continues to captivate readers today.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.
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"Mistress! my mistress! the Moriscos are upon us!" Inez sprang to her feet, the rich southern blood receding for a moment from her cheek, as those words fell upon her ears-words of such fearful significance to the Christian inhabitants of the Moorish territory along the Sierra Nevada. "Juana, what mean you? Speak, girl! What have you heard? What have you seen?" Juana's face had been white when she came bursting in upon her young mistress; she held her hand to her side; her breath came and went in great gasps; yet already she was recovering the power of speech, and she seized Inez by the arm.
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Evelyn Everett-Green is the author of the book "Drifted Ashore: A Child Without a Name". The book, which first came out in 1890, is about a small child who washes up on a beach without any knowledge of her history or even of her name. The plot centers on the villagers' attempts to aid the young girl, whom they refer to as "Nelly," in regaining her memories and learning more about her history. Nelly learns that she comes from an affluent family and has been the victim of kidnapping as she starts to piece together her background. Along with the primary plot, "Drifted Ashore" delves into issues of class, identity, and the value of family. The novel explores the idea that a person's true identity is decided by their character and ideals rather than by their social level or circumstances of birth through the character of Nelly.
"Tom Tufton's Travels" by Evelyn Everett-Green is a charming adventure novel that follows the journey of the titular character, Tom Tufton, a young boy from England, who embarks on a series of exciting adventures across Europe. The novel begins with Tom's departure from his home in England and his journey to Paris, where he meets a group of traveling actors. He joins their company and soon finds himself performing on stage in various cities across Europe. Along the way, Tom encounters a variety of characters, including a wealthy Englishman, a mysterious young woman, and a group of gypsies. As Tom travels through France, Italy, and Spain, he experiences many adventures, including encounters with highwaymen, kidnappers, and other dangers. Read to know the complete book to experience his adventures! The novel is written in a lively and engaging style that captures the spirit of adventure and discovery. The characters are well-drawn and memorable, and the descriptions of the different locations and settings are vivid and evocative.
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The Lord of Dynevor: A Tale of the Times of Edward the First, has been considered important throughout human history. In an effort to ensure that this work is never lost, we have taken steps to secure its preservation by republishing this book in a modern format for both current and future generations. This complete book has been retyped, redesigned, and reformatted. Since these books are not scans of the authors' original publications, the text is readable and clear.
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