May Agnes Fleming
The Gypsy Queen's Vow
Published by Good Press, 2021
EAN 4057664592767
Table of Contents
CHAPTER VII. THE MOTHER’S DESPAIR.
CHAPTER VIII. MR. TOOSYPEGS “TURNS UP” AGAIN.
CHAPTER IX. THE SECRET REVEALED.
CHAPTER X. THE VOICE OF COMING DOOM.
CHAPTER XIX. PLAYING WITH EDGED TOOLS.
CHAPTER XX. FIREFLY GOES TO SCHOOL.
CHAPTER XXI. PET BEGINS HER EDUCATION.
CHAPTER XXII. PET FINISHES HER EDUCATION.
CHAPTER XXIII. THE ADOPTED DAUGHTER.
CHAPTER XXIV. PET GIVES HER TUTOR A LESSON.
CHAPTER XXV. MR. TOOSYPEGS IN DISTRESS.
CHAPTER XXVI. PET “RESPECTFULLY DECLINES.”
CHAPTER XXVII. GREEK MEETS GREEK.
CHAPTER XXVIII. AN UNLOOKED-FOR LOVER.
CHAPTER XXIX. MR. TOOSYPEGS IN DISTRESS AGAIN.
CHAPTER XXX. MISS LAWLESS IN DIFFICULTIES.
CHAPTER XXXI. THE OUTLAW’S WIFE.
CHAPTER XXXIII. HOME FROM SEA.
CHAPTER XXXVI. THE OUTLAW’S STORY.
CHAPTER XXXIX. THE DAWN OF A BRIGHTER DAY.
CHAPTER XL. CHIEFLY MATRIMONIAL.
CHAPTER I.
NIGHT AND STORM.
“The night grows wondrous dark; deep-swelling gusts And sultry stillness take the rule by turn, While o’er our heads the black and heavy clouds Roll slowly on. This surely bodes a storm.” —Baillie.
Overhead, the storm-clouds were scudding wildly across the sky, until all above was one dense pall of impenetrable gloom. A chill, penetrating rain was falling, and the wind came sweeping in long, fitful gusts—piercingly cold; for it was a night in March.
It was the north road to London. A thick, yellow fog, that had been rising all day from the bosom of the Thames, wrapped the great city in a blackness that might almost be felt; and its innumerable lights were shrouded in the deep gloom. Yet the solitary figure, flitting through the pelting rain and bleak wind, strained her eyes as she fled along, as though, despite the more than Egyptian darkness, she would force, by her fierce, steady glare, the obscure lights of the city to show themselves.
The night lingered and lingered, the gloom deepened and deepened, the rain plashed dismally; the wind blew in moaning, lamentable gusts, penetrating through the thick mantle she held closely around her. And still the woman fled on, stopping neither for wind, nor rain, nor storm—unheeding, unfeeling them all—keeping her fierce, devouring gaze fixed, with a