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[Illustration: "I am in the power of a maniac" Honoria murmured.--Page 100. Henry French, del. E. Evans, sc.]
"LADY AUDLEY'S SECRET," "AURORA FLOYD" "ISHMAEL," "VIXEN," "WYLLARD'S WEIRD" ETC. ETC.
CHAPTER I. WARNED IN A DREAM CHAPTER II. DONE IN THE DARKNESS CHAPTER III. DISINHERITED CHAPTER IV. OUT OF THE DEPTHS CHAPTER V. "EVIL, BE THOU MY GOOD!" CHAPTER VI. AULD ROBIN GRAY CHAPTER VII. "O BEWARE, MY LORD, OF JEALOUSY!" CHAPTER VIII. AFTER THE PIC-NIC CHAPTER IX. ON YARBOROUGH TOWER CHAPTER X. "HOW ART THOU LOST! HOW ON A SUDDEN LOST!" CHAPTER XI. "THE WILL! THE TESTAMENT!" CHAPTER XII. A FRIEND IN NEED CHAPTER XIII. IN YOUR PATIENCE YE ARE STRONG CHAPTER XIV. A GHOSTLY VISITANT CHAPTER XV. A TERRIBLE RESOLVE CHAPTER XVI. WAITING AND WATCHING CHAPTER XVII. DOUBTFUL SOCIETY CHAPTER XVIII. AT ANCHOR CHAPTER XIX. A FAMILIAR TOKEN CHAPTER XX. ON GUARD CHAPTER XXI. DOWN IN DORSETSHIRE CHAPTER XXII. ARCH-TRAITOR WITHIN, ARCH-PLOTTER WITHOUT CHAPTER XXIII. "ANSWER ME, IF THIS BE DONE?" CHAPTER XXIV. "I AM WEARY OF MY PART" CHAPTER XXV. A DANGEROUS ALLIANCE CHAPTER XXVI. MOVE THE FIRST CHAPTER XXVII. WEAVE THE WARP, AND WEAVE THE WOOF CHAPTER XXVIII. PREPARING THE GROUND CHAPTER XXIX. AT WATCH CHAPTER XXX. FOUND WANTING CHAPTER XXXI. "A WORTHLESS WOMAN, MERE COLD CLAY" CHAPTER XXXII. A MEETING AND AN EXPLANATION CHAPTER XXXIII. "TREASON HAS DONE HIS WORST" CHAPTER XXXIV. CAUGHT IN THE TOILS CHAPTER XXXV. LARKSPUR TO THE RESCUE! CHAPTER XXXVI. ON THE TRACK CHAPTER XXXVII. "O, ABOVE MEASURE FALSE!" CHAPTER XXXVIII. "THY DAY IS COME" CHAPTER XXXIX. "CONFUSION WORSE THAN DEATH" CHAPTER XL. "SO SHALL YE REAP"
Seven-and-twenty years ago, and a bleak evening in March. There are gas-lamps flaring down in Ratcliff Highway, and the sound of squeaking fiddles and trampling feet in many public-houses tell of festivity provided for Jack-along-shore. The emporiums of slop-sellers are illuminated for the better display of tarpaulin coats and hats, so stiff of build that they look like so many sea-faring suicides, pendent from the low ceilings. These emporiums are here and there enlivened by festoons of many-coloured bandana handkerchief's; and on every pane of glass in shop or tavern window is painted the glowing representation of Britannia's pride, the immortal Union Jack.