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THE GOLDEN CALF

A Novel

BY M.E. BRADDON

AUTHOR OF

'LADY AUDLEY'S SECRET,' 'AURORA FLOYD,' 'VIXEN,' 'ISHMAEL,' ETC., ETC.

[Illustration: "Ida stood with clasped hands, and lips moving dumbly inprayer."]

CONTENTS

CHAP.

I. THE ARTICLED PUPIL

II. 'I AM GOING TO MARRY FOR MONEY'

III. AT THE KNOLL

IV. WENDOVER ABBEY

V. DR. RYLANCE ASSERTS HIMSELF

VI. A BIRTHDAY FEAST

VII. IN THE RIVER-MEADOW

VIII. AT THE LOCK-HOUSE

IX. A SOLEMN LEAGUE AND COVENANT

X. A BAD PENNY

XI. ACCOMPLISHMENTS AT A DISCOUNT

XII. THE SWORD OF DAMOCLES

XIII. KINGTHORPE SOCIETY

XIV. THE TRUE KNIGHT

XV. MR. WENDOVER PLANS AN EXCURSION

XVI. THICKER THAN WATER

XVII. OUGHT SHE TO STAY?

XVIII. AFTER A STORM COMES A CALM

XIX. AFTER A CALM A STORM

XX. WAS THIS THE MOTIVE?

XXI. TAKING LIFE QUIETLY

XXII. LADY PALLISER STUDIES THE UPPER TEN

XXIII. 'ALL OUR LIFE is MIXED WITH DEATH'

XXIV. 'FRUITS FAIL AND LOVE DIES AND TIME RANGES'

XXV. 'MY SEED WAS YOUTH, MY CROP WAS ENDLESS CARE'

XXVI. 'AND, IF I DIE, NO SOUL WILL PITY ME'

XXVII. JOHN JARDINE SOLVES THE MYSTERY

XXVIII. AN ENGLISHMAN'S HOUSE IS HIS CASTLE

XXIX. 'AS ONE DEAD IN THE BOTTOM OF A TOMB'

XXX. A FIERY DAWN

XXXI. 'SOLE PARTNER AND SOLE PART OF ALL THESE JOYS'

THE GOLDEN CALF

CHAPTER I.

THE ARTICLED PUPIL.

'Where is Miss Palliser?' inquired Miss Pew, in that awful voice of hers,at which the class-room trembled, as at unexpected thunder. A murmur ranalong the desks, from girl to girl, and then some one, near that end ofthe long room which was sacred to Miss Pew and her lieutenants, said thatMiss Palliser was not in the class-room.

'I think she is taking her music lesson, ma'am,' faltered the girl whohad ventured diffidently to impart this information to theschoolmistress.

'Think?' exclaimed Miss Pew, in her stentorian voice. 'How can you thinkabout an absolute fact? Either she is taking her lesson, or she is nottaking her lesson. There is no room for thought. Let Miss Palliser besent for this moment.'

At this command, as at the behest of the Homeric Jove himself, half adozen Irises started up to carry the ruler's message; but again MissPew's mighty tones resounded in the echoing class-room.

'I don't want twenty girls to carry one message. Let Miss Rylance go.'

There was a grim smile

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