The Yeoman Adventurer by George W. Gough
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XXIII. DONALD XXIV. MY LORD BROCTON PILES UP HIS ACCOUNT XXV. I SETTLE MY ACCOUNT WITH MY LORD BROCTON XXVI. THE WAY OF A MAID WITH A MAN EPILOGUE: THE LITTLE JACK CHAPTER I THE GREAT JACK Our Kate, Joe Braggs, and I all had a hand in the beginning, and as great results grew in the end out of the small events of that December morning, I will set them down in order. It began by my refusing point-blank to take Kate to the vicar's to watch the soldiers march by. I loved the vicar, the grave, sweet, childless old man who had been a second father to me since the sad day which made my mother a widow, and but for the soldiers nothing would have been more agreeable than to spend the afternoon with the old man and his books. But my heart would surely have broken had I gone. A caged linnet is a sorry enough sight in a withdrawing-room, but hang the cage on a tree in a |
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