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Transcriber's Notes: 1. Page scan source: https://books.google.com/books?id=K7A2AQAAMAAJ Volume 8 of Mrs. Wood's Novels, (R. Bentley, 1880) (the University of California).
BY MRS. HENRY WOOD, AUTHOR OF "EAST LYNNE," "THE CHANNINGS," ETC.
LONDON: RICHARD BENTLEY & SON, NEW BURLINGTON STREET. Publishers in Ordinary to Her Majesty. 1880.
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LONDON: PRINTED BY J. OGDEN AND CO. 172, ST. JOHN STREET, E.C.
I. In the Bank Parlour. II. The Grey Ladies. III. At the Dolphin Inn. IV. Foreshadowings of Evil. V. The Ball. VI. Anthony Castlemaine on his Search. VII. In the Moonlight. VIII. Commotion at Stilborough. IX. A Curious Story. X. Just as She had Seen it in her Dream. XI. Inside the Nunnery. XII. Madame Guise. XIII. A Storm of Wind. XIV. Plotting and Planning. XV. Getting in by Deceit. XVI. At Greylands' Rest. XVII. Opening the Bureau. XVIII. The Grey Monk. XIX. Jane Hallet. XX. An Unwelcome Intruder. XXI. In the Chapel Ruins. XXII. Miss Hallet in the Dust. XXIII. The Secret Passage. XXIV. Going Over in the Two-Horse Van. XXV. Mr. George North. XXVI. Dining At Greylands' Rest. XXVII. In The Vaults. XXVIII. Out to Shoot a Night-Bird. XXIX. One More Interview. XXX. Love's Young Dream. XXXI. Calling in the Blacksmith. XXXII. Miss Jane in Trouble. XXXIII. A Turbulent Sea. XXXIV. Changed to Paradise. XXXV. The Last Cargo. XXXVI. Gone. XXXVII. Anthony. XXXVIII. Rebellion. XXXIX. No Turning Back. Conclusion.
Stilborough. An old-fashioned market-town of some importance in its district, but not the chief town of the county. It was market-day: Thursday: and the streets wore an air of bustle, farmers and other country people passing and repassing from the corn-market to their respective inns, or perhaps from their visit, generally a weekly one, to the banker's.
In the heart of the town, where the street was wide and the buildings were good, stood the bank. It was nearly contiguous to the town-hall on the one hand, and to the old church of St. Mark on the other, and was opposite the new market-house, where the farmers' wives and daughters sat with their butter and poultry. For in those days--many a year ago now--people had not leaped up above their sphere; and the farmers' wives would have thought they were going to ruin outright had anybody but themselves kept market. A very large and handsome house, this bank, the residence of its owner and master, Mr. Peter Castlemaine.