The Isle of Unrest by Henry Seton Merriman
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XXII. IN THE MACQUIS
XXIII. AN UNDERSTANDING XXIV. "CE QUE FEMME VEUT" XXV. ON THE GREAT ROAD XXVI. THE END OF THE JOURNEY XXVII. THE ABBE'S SALAD XXVIII. GOLD XXIX. A BALANCED ACCOUNT XXX. THE BEGINNING AND THE END THE ISLE OF UNREST CHAPTER I. THE MOVING FINGER. "The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy piety nor wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a line, Nor all thy tears wash out a word of it." The afternoon sun was lowering towards a heavy bank of clouds hanging |
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