A Tale of the New Forest.
BY
RICHARD DODDRIDGE BLACKMORE,
AUTHOR OF “CLARA VAUGHAN.”
“You have said: whether wisely or no, let the forest judge.”
As You Like It, Act III. Sc. 2.
IN THREE VOLUMES.
VOL. III.
LONDON:
CHAPMAN AND HALL, 193, PICCADILLY.
1866.
[The right of Translation is reserved.]
LONDON:
PRINTED BY C. WHITING, BEAUFORT HOUSE, STRAND.
| Chapter | Page |
| I. | 1 |
| II. | 10 |
| III. | 21 |
| IV. | 49 |
| V. | 64 |
| VI. | 80 |
| VII. | 102 |
| VIII. | 122 |
| IX. | 142 |
| X. | 163 |
| XI. | 173 |
| XII. | 190 |
| XIII. | 202 |
| XIV. | 219 |
| XV. | 234 |
| XVI. | 264 |
| XVII. | 276 |
| XVIII. | 298 |
CRADOCK NOWELL.
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Upon the Christmas morning the parish flockedto church, and the church was dressed so beautifullythat every one was amazed. Amy and Eoa madethe wreaths, the garlands, and rosettes; there wasonly one cross out of the lot, a badly–bred Malteseone; and Eoa walked over the barbarous pewscreens(like the travisses in a stable), springingfrom one to another, with a cable of flowers andevergreens, as easily and calmly as she would comedown–stairs to dinner. Of course she had neverheard of that sort of thing before, but she took toit at once, as she did to any