Chapters (28)
- A LADY OF QUALITY
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- Contents
- A Lady of Quality
- Chapter I - The Twenty-Fourth Day of November 1690
- Chapter II - In Which Sir Jeoffry Encounters His Offspring
- Chapter III - Wherein Sir Jeoffry's Boon Companions Drink a Toast
- Chapter IV - Lord Twemlow's Chaplain Visits His Patron's Kinsman, and Mistress Clorinda Shines on Her Birthday Night
- Chapter V - "Not I," Said She "there Thou Mayst Trust Me I Would Not Be Found Out"
- Chapter VI - Relating How Mistress Anne Discovered a Miniature
- Chapter VII - 'Twas the Face of Sir John Oxon the Moon Shone Upon
- Chapter VIII - Two Meet in the Deserted Rose Garden, and the Old Earl of Dunstanwolde is Made a Happy Man
- Chapter IX - "I Give to Him the Thing He Craves with All His Soul—Myself"
- Chapter X - "Yes—I Have Marked Him"
- Chapter XI - Wherein a Noble Life Comes to an End
- Chapter XII - Which Treats of the Obsequies of My Lord of Dunstanwolde, of His Lady's Widowhood, and of Her Return to Town
- Chapter XIII - Wherein a Deadly War Begins
- Chapter XIV - Containing the History of the Breaking of the Horse Devil, and Relates the Returning of His Grace of Osmonde from France
- Chapter XV - In Which Sir John Oxon Finds Again a Trophy He Had Lost
- Chapter XVI - Dealing with that Which was Done in the Panelled Parlour
- Chapter XVII - Wherein His Grace of Osmonde's Courier Arrives from France
- Chapter XVIII - My Lady Dunstanwolde Sits Late Alone and Writes
- Chapter XIX - A Piteous Story is Told, and the Old Cellars Walled In
- Chapter XX - A Noble Marriage
- Chapter XXI - An Heir is Born
- Chapter XXII - Mother Anne
- Chapter XXIII - "In One Who Will Do Justice, and Demands that it Shall Be Done to Each Thing He Has Made, by Each Who Bears His Image"
- Chapter XXIV - The Doves Sate Upon the Window-Ledge and Lowly Cooed and Cooed
If one admits the truth, it must be owned that if she had not had bestowed upon her by nature gifts of beauty and vivacity so extraordinary, and had been cursed with a thousandth part of the vixenishness she displayed every day of her life, he would have broken every bone in her carcass without a scruple or a qualm. But her beauty seemed but to grow with every hour that passed, and it was by exceeding good fortune exactly the fashion of beauty which he admired the most. When she attained her tenth year she was as tall as a fine boy of twelve, and of such a shape and carriage as young Diana herself might have envied. Her limbs were long, and most divinely moulded, and of a strength that caused admiration and amazement in all beholders. Her father taught her to follow him in the hunting-field, and when she appeared upon her horse, clad in her little breeches and top-boots and scarlet coat, child though she was, she set the field on fire. She learned full early how to coquet and roll her fine eyes; but it is also true that she was not much of a languisher, as all her ogling was of a destructive or proudly-attacking kind. It was her habit to leave others to languish, and herself to lead them with disdainful vivacity to doing so. She was the talk, and, it must be admitted, the scandal, of the county by the day she was fifteen. The part wherein she lived was a boisterous hunting shire where there were wide ditches and high hedges to leap, and rough hills and moors to gallop over, and within the region neither polite life nor polite education were much thought of; but even in the worst portions of it there were occasional virtuous matrons who shook their heads with much gravity and wonder over the beautiful Mistress Clorinda.
Chapter IV - Lord Twemlow's Chaplain Visits His Patron's Kinsman, and Mistress Clorinda Shines on Her Birthday Night
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Uncivilised and almost savage as her girlish life was, and unregulated by any outward training as was her mind, there were none who came in contact with her who could be blind to a certain strong, clear wit, and unconquerableness of purpose, for which she was remarkable. She ever knew full well what she desired to gain or to avoid, and once having fixed her mind upon any object, she showed an adroitness and brilliancy of resource, a control of herself and others, the which there was no circumventing. She never made a blunder because she could not control the expression of her emotions; and when she gave way to a passion, 'twas because she chose to do so, having naught to lose, and in the midst of all their riotous jesting with her the boon companions of Sir Jeoffry knew this.