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CHAPTER I. SIR NOEL'S DEATH-BED.
CHAPTER II. CAPT. EVERARD.
CHAPTER III. "LITTLE MAY."
CHAPTER IV. MRS. WEYMORE.
CHAPTER V. A JOURNEY TO LONDON.
CHAPTER VI. GUY.
CHAPTER VII. COLONEL JOCYLN.
CHAPTER VIII. LADY THETFORD'S BALL.
CHAPTER IX. GUY LEGARD.
CHAPTER X. ASKING IN MARRIAGE.
CHAPTER XI. ON THE WEDDING EVE.
CHAPTER XII. MRS. WEYMORE'S STORY.
CHAPTER XIII. "THERE IS MANY A SLIP."
CHAPTER XIV. PARTED.
CHAPTER XV. AFTER FIVE YEARS.
CHAPTER XVI. AT SORRENTO.
CHAPTER XVII. AT HOME.
The December night had closed in wet and wild around Thetford Towers. Itstood down in the low ground, smothered in trees, a tall, gaunt, hoarypile of gray stone, all peaks, and gables and stacks of chimneys, androok-infested turrets. A queer, massive, old house, built in the days ofJames the First, by Sir Hugo Thetford, the first baronet of the name,and as staunch and strong now as then.
The December day had been overcast and gloomy, but the December nightwas stormy and wild. The wind worried and wailed through the tossingtrees with whistling moans and shrieks that were desolately human, andmade me think of the sobbing banshee of Irish legends. Far away themighty voice of the stormy sea mingled its hoarse-bass, and the rainlashed the windows in long, slanting lines. A desolate night and adesolate scene without; more desolate still within, for on his bed, thistempestuous winter night, the last of the Thetford baronets lay dying.
Through the driving wind and lashing rain a groom galloped along thehigh road to the village at break-neck speed. His errand was to Dr.Gale, the vi