Neil Munro
Doom Castle
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4057664613127
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I — COUNT VICTOR COMES TO A STRANGE COUNTRY
CHAPTER VII — THE BAY OF THE BOAR'S HEAD
CHAPTER X — SIM MACTAGGART, CHAMBERLAIN
CHAPTER XI — THE WOMAN AT THE WINDOW
CHAPTER XII — OMENS AND ALARMS
CHAPTER XIII — A LAWYER'S GOOD LADY
CHAPTER XVII — A SENTIMENTAL SECRET
CHAPTER XX — AN EVENING'S MELODY IN THE BOAR'S HEAD INN
CHAPTER XXI — COUNT VICTOR CHANGES HIS QUARTERS
CHAPTER XXII — THE LONELY LADY
CHAPTER XXIII — A MAN OF NOBLE SENTIMENT
CHAPTER XXVI — THE DUKE'S BALL
CHAPTER XXVII — THE DUEL ON THE SANDS
CHAPTER XXVIII — THE DUEL ON THE SANDS—Continued.
CHAPTER XXIX — THE CELL IN THE FOSSE
CHAPTER XXX — A DUCAL DISPUTATION
CHAPTER XXXII — THE INDISCRETION OF THE DUCHESS
CHAPTER XXXIV — IN DAYS OF STORM
CHAPTER XXXV — A DAMNATORY DOCUMENT
CHAPTER XXXVII — THE FUTILE FLAGEOLET
CHAPTER XXXIX — BETRAYED BY A BALLAD
CHAPTER XL — THE DAY OF JUDGMENT
CHAPTER I—COUNT VICTOR COMES TO A STRANGE COUNTRY
It was an afternoon in autumn, with a sound of wintry breakers on the shore, the tall woods copper-colour, the thickets dishevelled, and the nuts, in the corries of Ardkinglas, the braes of Ardno, dropping upon bracken burned to gold. Until he was out of the glen and into the open land, the traveller could scarcely conceive that what by his chart was no more than an arm of the ocean could make so much ado; but when he found the incoming tide fretted here and there by black rocks, and elsewhere, in little bays, the beaches strewn with massive boulders, the high rumour of the sea-breakers in that breezy weather seemed more explicable. And still, for him, it was above all a country of appalling silence in spite of the tide thundering. Fresh from the pleasant rabble of Paris, the tumult of the streets, the unending gossip of the faubourgs that were at once his vexation and his joy, and from the eager ride that had brought him through Normandy when its orchards were busy from morning till night with cheerful peasants plucking fruit, his ear had not grown accustomed to the still of the valleys, the terrific hush of the mountains, in whose mist or sunshine