Greatheart

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Title: Greatheart
Author: Ethel M. Dell
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GREATHEART
by

ETHEL M. DELL
Author of the Hundredth Chance, The Lamp in the Desert, The
Swindler, etc.
1918

"NOW MR. GREATHEART WAS A STRONG MAN." --The
Pilgrims Progress.

I Dedicate This Book to A. G. C.
Friend of My Heart and to the Memory of All the Happy Days We have
Spent Together.

CONTENTS

PART I
I. The Wanderer
II. The Looker-On III. The Search IV. The Magician V. Apollo VI.
Cinderella VII. The Broken Spell VIII. Mr. Greatheart IX. The
Runaway Colt. X. The House of Bondage XI. Olympus XII. The Wine
of the Gods XIII. Friendship in the Desert XIV. The Purple Empress
XV. The Mountain Crest XVI. The Second Draught XVII. The
Unknown Force XVIII. The Escape of the Prisoner XIX. The Cup of
Bitterness XX. The Vision of Greatheart XXI. The Return XXII. The
Valley of the Shadow XXIII. The Way Back XXIV. The Lights of a
City XXV. The True Gold XXVI. The Call of Apollo XXVII. The
Golden Maze XXVIII. The Lesson XXIX. The Captive XXX. The
Second Summons

PART II
I. Cinderella's Prince
II. Wedding Arrangements III. Despair IV. The New Home V. The
Watcher VI. The Wrong Road VII. Doubting Castle VIII. THE
VICTORY IX. THE BURDEN X. THE HOURS OF DARKNESS XI.
THE NET XII. THE DIVINE SPARK XIII. THE BROKEN HEART
XIV. THE WRATH OF THE GODS XV. THE SAPPHIRE FOR
FRIENDSHIP XVI. THE OPEN DOOR XVII. THE LION IN THE
PATH XVIII. THE TRUTH XIX. THE FURNACE XX. THE
COMING OF GREATHEART XXI. THE VALLEY OF
HUMILIATION XXII. SPOKEN IN JEST XXIII. THE KNIGHT IN
DISGUISE XXIV. THE MOUNTAIN SIDE XXV. THE TRUSTY
FRIEND XXVI. THE LAST SUMMONS XXVII. THE
MOUNTAIN-TOP XXVIII. CONSOLATION XXIX. THE SEVENTH
HEAVEN


CHAPTER I
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PART I
CHAPTER I
THE WANDERER.
Biddy Maloney stood at the window of her mistress's bedroom, and
surveyed the world with eyes of stern disapproval. There was nothing
of the smart lady's maid about Biddy. She abominated smart lady's

maids. A flyaway French cap and an apron barely reaching to the knees
were to her the very essence of flighty impropriety. There was just such
a creature in attendance upon Lady Grace de Vigne who occupied the
best suite of rooms in the hotel, and Biddy very strongly resented her
existence. In her own mind she despised her as a shameless hussy
wholly devoid of all ideas of "dacency." Her resentment was partly due
to the fact that the indecent one belonged to the party in possession of
the best suite, which they had occupied some three weeks before Biddy
and her party had appeared on the scene.
It was all Master Scott's fault, of course. He ought to have written to
engage rooms sooner, but then to be sure the decision to migrate to this
winter paradise in the Alps had been a sudden one. That had been Sir
Eustace's fault. He was always so sudden in his ways.
Biddy sighed impatiently. Sir Eustace had always been hard to manage.
She had never really conquered him even in the days when she had
made him stand in the corner and go without sugar in his tea. She well
remembered the shocking occasion on which he had flung sugar and
basin together into the fire so that the others might be made to share his
enforced abstinence. She believed he was equal to committing a similar
act of violence if baulked even now. But he never was baulked. At
thirty-five he reigned supreme in his own world. No one ever crossed
him, unless it were Master Scott, and of course no one could be
seriously angry with him, poor dear young man! He was so gentle and
kind. A faint, maternal smile relaxed Biddy's grim lips. She became
aware that the white world below was a-flood with sunshine.
The snowy mountains that rose against the vivid blue were dream-like
in their beauty. Where the sun shone upon them, their purity was
almost too dazzling to behold. It was a relief to rest the eyes upon the
great patches of pine-woods that clothed some of the slopes.
"I wonder if Miss Isabel will be