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ROAD VIII. JANET
ILCHESTER IX. AN EVENING WITH CAPTAIN BULSTED X. AN
EXPEDITION XI. THE GREAT FOG AND THE FIRE AT
MIDNIGHT XII. WE FIND OURSELVES BOUND ON A VOYAGE
XIII. WE CONDUCT SEVERAL LEARNED ARGUMENTS WITH
THE CAPTAIN OF THE 'PRISCILLA' XIV. I MEET OLD FRIENDS
BOOK 3. XV. WE ARE ACCOSTED BY A BEAUTIFUL LITTLE
LADY IN THE FOREST XVI. THE STATUE ON THE
PROMONTORY XVII. MY FATHER BREATHES, MOVES, AND
SPEAKS XVIII. WE PASS A DELIGHTFUL EVENING, AND I
HAVE A MORNING VISION XIX. OUR RETURN HOMEWARD
XX. NEWS OF A FRESH CONQUEST OF MY FATHER'S XXI. A
PROMENADE IN BATH XXII. CONCLUSION OF THE BATH
EPISODE
BOOK 4. XXIII. MY TWENTY-FIRST BIRTHDAY XXIV. I MEET
THE PRINCESS XXV. ON BOARD A YACHT XXVI. IN VIEW OF
THE HOHENZOLLERN'S BIRTHPLACE XXVII. THE TIME OF
ROSES XXVIII. OTTILIA XXIX. AN EVENING WITH DR. JULIUS
VON KARSTEG XXX. A SUMMER STORM, AND LOVE XXXI.

PRINCESS OTTILIA'S LETTER XXXII. AN INTERVIEW WITH
PRINCE ERNEST AND A MEETING WITH PRINCE OTTO
BOOK 5. XXXIII. WHAT CAME OF A SHILLING XXXIV. I GAIN
A PERCEPTION OF PRINCELY STATE XXXV. THE SCENE IN
THE LAKE-PALACE LIBRARY XXXVI. HOMEWARD AND
HOME AGAIN. XXXVII. JANET RENOUNCES ME XXXVIII. MY
BANKERS' BOOK.
BOOK 6. XXXIX. I SEE MY FATHER TAKING THE TIDE AND
AM CARRIED ON IT MYSELF XL. MY FATHER'S MEETING
WITH MY GRANDFATHER XLI. COMMENCEMENT OF THE
SPLENDOURS AND PERPLEXITIES OF MY FATHER'S GRAND
PARADE XLII. THE MARQUIS OF EDBURY AND HIS PUPPET
XLIII. I BECOME ONE OF THE CHOSEN OF THE NATION XLIV.
MY FATHER IS MIRACULOUSLY RELIEVED BY FORTUNE
BOOK 7. XLV. WITHIN AN INCH OF MY LIFE . XLVI. AMONG
GIPSY WOMEN XLVII. MY FATHER ACTS THE CHARMER
AGAIN XLVIII. THE PRINCESS ENTRAPPED XLIX. WHICH
FORESHADOWS A GENERAL GATHERING L. WE ARE ALL IN
MY FATHER'S NET LI. AN ENCOUNTER SHOWING MY
FATHER'S GENIUS IN A STRONG LIGHT
BOOK 8. LII. STRANGE REVELATIONS, AND MY
GRANDFATHER HAS HIS LAST OUTBURST LIII. THE HEIRESS
PROVES THAT SHE INHERITS THE FEUD AND I GO DRIFTING
LIV. MY RETURN TO ENGLAND LV. I MEET MY FIRST
PLAYFELLOW AND TAKE MY PUNISHMENT LVI.
CONCLUSION

THE ADVENTURES OF HARRY RICHMOND
BOOK 1.
I. I AM A SUBJECT OF CONTENTION II. AN ADVENTURE ON
MY OWN ACCOUNT III. DIPWELL FARM IV. I HAVE A TASTE

OF GRANDEUR V. I HAVE A DEAR FRIEND VI. A TALE OF A
GOOSE
CHAPTER I
I AM A SUBJECT OF CONTENTION
One midnight of a winter month the sleepers in Riversley Grange were
awakened by a ringing of the outer bell and blows upon the great hall-
doors. Squire Beltham was master there: the other members of the
household were, his daughter Dorothy Beltham; a married daughter
Mrs. Richmond; Benjamin Sewis, an old half-caste butler; various
domestic servants; and a little boy, christened Harry Lepel Richmond,
the squire's grandson. Riversley Grange lay in a rich watered hollow of
the Hampshire heath-country; a lonely circle of enclosed brook and
pasture, within view of some of its dependent farms, but out of hail of
them or any dwelling except the stables and the head-gardener's cottage.
Traditions of audacious highwaymen, together with the gloomy
surrounding fir-scenery, kept it alive to fears of solitude and the night;
and there was that in the determined violence of the knocks and
repeated bell-peals which assured all those who had ever listened in the
servants' hall to prognostications of a possible night attack, that the
robbers had come at last most awfully. A crowd of maids gathered
along the upper corridor of the main body of the building: two or three
footmen hung lower down, bold in attitude. Suddenly the noise ended,
and soon after the voice of old Sewis commanded them to scatter away
to their beds; whereupon the footmen took agile leaps to the post of
danger, while the women, in whose bosoms intense curiosity now
supplanted terror, proceeded to a vacant room overlooking the front
entrance, and spied from the window.
Meanwhile Sewis stood by his master's bedside. The squire was a
hunter, of the old sort: a hard rider, deep drinker, and heavy slumberer.
Before venturing to shake his arm Sewis struck a light and flashed it
over the squire's eyelids to make the task of rousing him easier. At the
first touch the squire sprang up, swearing by his Lord Harry he had just
dreamed of fire, and muttering of buckets.

'Sewis! you're the man, are you: where has it broken out?'
'No, sir; no fire,' said Sewis; 'you be cool, sir.'
'Cool, sir! confound it, Sewis, haven't I heard a whole town of steeples
at work? I don't sleep so thick but I can hear, you dog! Fellow comes
here, gives me a start, tells me to be cool; what the deuce! nobody hurt,