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If you're in the mood for a classic gothic thriller, add Sheridan Le Fanu's Guy Deverell to your list. Villainous machinations, contested wills, complex revenge plots, and a spooky haunting to boot -- this epic tale will suck you in and keep you engrossed until the very last page.

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Publié par	The Floating Press
Date de parution	01 septembre 2014
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781776586455
Langue	English

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GUY DEVERELL
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SHERIDAN LE FANU

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Guy Deverell First published in 1865 Epub ISBN 978-1-77658-645-5 Also available: PDF ISBN 978-1-77658-646-2 © 2013 The Floating Press and its licensors. All rights reserved. While every effort has been used to ensure the accuracy and reliability of the information contained in The Floating Press edition of this book, The Floating Press does not assume liability or responsibility for any errors or omissions in this book. The Floating Press does not accept responsibility for loss suffered as a result of reliance upon the accuracy or currency of information contained in this book. Do not use while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Many suitcases look alike. Visit www.thefloatingpress.com
Contents
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VOLUME I Chapter I - Sir Jekyl Marlowe at the Plough Inn Chapter II - The Baronet Visits Wardlock Manor Chapter III - Concerning Two Remarkable Persons Who Appeared in Wardlock Church Chapter IV - The Green Chamber at Marlowe Chapter V - Sir Jekyl Bethinks Him of Pelter and Crowe Chapter VI - Sir Jekyl's Room is Visited Chapter VII - The Baronet Pursues Chapter VIII - The House Begins to Fill Chapter IX - Dinner Chapter X - Inquiries Have Been Made by Messrs, Pelter and Crowe Chapter XI - Old Gryston Bridge Chapter XII - The Strangers Appear Again Chapter XIII - In the Drawing-Room Chapter XIV - Music Chapter XV - M. Varbarriere Converses with His Nephew Chapter XVI - Containing a Variety of Things Chapter XVII - The Magician Draws a Diagram Chapter XVIII - Another Guest Prepares to Come Chapter XIX - Lady Alice Takes Possession Chapter XX - An Altercation Chapter XXI - Lady Alice in Bed Chapter XXII - How Everything Went On Chapter XXIII - The Divan Chapter XXIV - Guy Strangways and M. Varbarriere Converse Chapter XXV - Lady Alice Talks with Guy Strangways Chapter XXVI - Some Talk of a Survey of the Green Chamber Chapter XXVII - M. Varbarriere Talks a Little More Freely Chapter XXVIII - Some Private Talk of Varbarriere and Lady Alice at the Dinner-Table Chapter XXIX - The Ladies and Gentlemen Resume Conversation in the Drawing-Room Chapter XXX - Varbarriere Picks up Something About Donica Gwynn Chapter XXXI - Lady Jane Puts on Her Brilliants Chapter XXXII - Conciliation Chapter XXXIII - Lady Jane and Beatrix Play at Croquet Chapter XXXIV - General Lennox Receives a Letter Chapter XXXV - The Bishop at Marlowe Chapter XXXVI - Old Scenes Recalled Chapter XXXVII - In Which Lady Alice Pumps the Bishop VOLUME II Chapter I - Lady Alice and Varbarriere Tête-à-Tête in the Library Chapter II - M. Varbarriere Orders His Wings Chapter III - Monsieur Varbarriere Talks with Donica Gwynn Chapter IV - A Story of a Magician and a Vampire Chapter V - Farewell Chapter VI - At the Bell and Horns Chapter VII - M. Varbarriere's Plans Chapter VIII - Tempest Chapter IX - Guy Deverell at Slowton Chapter X - Uncle and Nephew Chapter XI - In Lady Mary's Boudoir Chapter XII - The Guests Together Chapter XIII - A Visitor in the Library Chapter XIV - Pelter Opens His Mind Chapter XV - The Pipe of Peace Chapter XVI - A Rencontre in the Gallery Chapter XVII - Old Donnie and Lady Jane Chapter XVIII - Alone—Yet Not Alone Chapter XIX - Varbarriere the Tyrant Debates with the Weaker Varbarrieres Chapter XX - M. Varbarriere Decides Chapter XXI - At the Green Chamber Chapter XXII - In the Green Chamber Chapter XXIII - The Morning Chapter XXIV - The Doctor's Visit Chapter XXV - The Patient Interrogated Chapter XXVI - General Lennox Appears Chapter XXVII - Lady Alice Redcliffe Makes General Lennox's Acquaintance Chapter XXVIII - The Bishop Sees the Patient Chapter XXIX - In the Yard of the Marlowe Arms Chapter XXX - About Lady Jane Chapter XXXI - Lady Jane's Toilet Chapter XXXII - The Two Doctors Consult Chapter XXXIII - Varbarriere in the Sick-Room Chapter XXXIV - Guy Deverell Arrives Chapter XXXV - I Am Thine and Thou Art Mine, Body and Soul, for Ever Chapter XXXVI - In the Chaise Chapter XXXVII - Old Lady Alice Talks with Guy Chapter XXXVIII - Something More of Lady Jane Lennox Chapter XXXIX - The Last
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TO THAT WRITER, SO GENIAL, SO BRILLIANT, SO PHILOSOPHIC, WHOM ALL THE WORLD READS AS HARRY LORREQUER AND AS CORNELIUS O'DOWD, AND TO THAT FRIEND HOW LOVED AND HONOURED! KNOWN TO THE PRIVILEGED AS CHARLES LEVER, THIS STORY, HOW UNWORTHY AN OFFERING ALL BUT HE WILL PERCEIVE, IS DEDICATED BY THE AUTHOR.
VOLUME I
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Chapter I - Sir Jekyl Marlowe at the Plough Inn
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The pretty little posting station, known as the Plough Inn, on the OldLondon Road, where the Sterndale Road crosses it, was in a state of fussand awe, at about five o'clock on a fine sharp October evening, for SirJekyl Marlowe, a man of many thousand acres, and M.P. for the county,was standing with his back to the fire, in the parlour, whose bow-windowlooks out on the ancient thoroughfare I have mentioned, over the row ofscarlet geraniums which beautify the window-stone.
"Hollo!" cried the Baronet, as the bell-rope came down in answer to anenergetic but not angry pull, and he received Mrs. Jones, his hostess,who entered at the moment, with the dismantled bell-handle still in hishand. "At my old tricks, you see. I've been doing you a mischief, hey?but we'll set it right in the bill, you know. How devilish well youlook! wonderful girl, by Jove! Come in, my dear, and shut the door. Notafraid of me. I want to talk of ducks and mutton-chops. I've had noluncheon, and I'm awfully hungry," said the comely Baronet in acontinued chuckle.
The Baronet was, by that awful red-bound volume of dates, which is oneof the melancholy drawbacks of aristocracy, set down just then, and byall whom it might concern, ascertainable to be precisely forty-nineyears and three months old; but so well had he worn, and so cleverly washe got up, that he might have passed for little more than forty.
He was smiling, with very white teeth, and a gay leer on pretty Mrs.Jones, an old friend, with black eyes and tresses, and pink cheeks, whobore her five-and-thirty years as well almost as he did his own burthen.The slanting autumnal sun became her, and she simpered and courtesiedand blushed the best she could.
"Well, you pretty little devil, what can you do for me—hey? You knowwe're old friends—hey? What have you got for a hungry fellow? and don'tstand at the door there, hang it—come in, can't you? and let me hearwhat you say."
So Mrs. Jones, with a simpering bashfulness, delivered her bill of fareoff book.
The Baronet was a gallant English gentleman, and came of a healthy race,though there were a 'beau' and an archbishop in the family; he couldrough it good-humouredly on beefsteak and port, and had an accommodatingappetite as to hours.
"That will do very nicely, my dear, thank you. You're just the same dearhospitable little rogue I remember you—how long is it, by Jove, since Istopped here that day, and the awful thunderstorm at night, don't yourecollect? and the whole house in such a devil of a row, egad!" And theBaronet chuckled and leered, with his hands in his pockets.
"Three years, by Jove, I think—eh?"
"Four years in August last, Sir Jekyl," she answered, with a little tossof her head and a courtesy.
"Four years, my dear—four devils! Is it possible? why upon my life ithas positively improved you." And he tapped her cheek playfully with hisfinger. "And what o'clock is it?" he continued, looking at his watch,"just five. Well, I suppose you'll be ready in half-an-hour—eh, mydear?"
"Sooner, if you wish, Sir Jekyl."
"No, thank you, dear, that will do very nicely; and stay," he added,with a pluck at her pink ribbon, as she retreated: "you've some devilishgood port here, unless it's all out—old Lord Hogwood's stock—eh?"
"More than two dozen left, Sir Jekyl; would you please some?"
"You've hit it, you wicked little conjurer—a bottle; and you must giveme a few minutes after dinner, and a cup of coffee, and tell me all thenews—eh?"
The Baronet, standing on the threadbare hearthrug, looked waggishly, asit were, through the panels of the shut door, after the fluttering capof his pretty landlady. Then he turned about and reviewed himself in thesea-green mirror over the chimneypiece, adjusted his curls and whiskerswith a touch or two of his fingers' ends, and plucked a little at hisample silk necktie, and shook out his tresses, with his chin a littleup, and a saucy simper.
But a man tires even of that prospect; and he turned on his heel, andwhistled at the smoky mezzotint of George III. on the opposite wall.Then he turned his head, and looked out through the bow-window, and hiswhistling stopped in the middle of a bar, at sight of a young man whomhe espied, only a yard or two before the covered porch of the littleinn.
This young gentleman was, it seemed, giving a parting direction to someone in the doorway. He was tall, slender, rather dark, and decidedlyhandsome. There were, indeed, in his air, face, and costume, thatindescribable elegance and superiority which constitute a man"distinguished looking."
When Sir Jekyl beheld this particularly handsome young man, it was witha disagreeable shock, like the tap on a big drum, upon his diaphragm. Ifanyone had been there he would have witnessed an odd and grizzly changein the pleasant Baronet's countenance. For a few seconds he did notmove. Then he drew back a pace or two, and stood at the further side ofthe fire, with the mantelpiece partially between him and the younggentleman who spoke his parting directions, all unconscious of thehaggard stare which made Sir Jekyl look a great deal less young andgood-natured than was his wont.
This handsome young stranger, smiling, signalled with his cane, as itseemed, to a companion, who had preceded him, and ran in pursuit.
For a time Sir Jekyl did not move a muscle, and then, with a suddenpound on the chimneypiece, and a great oath, he exclaimed—
"I could not have believed it! What the devil can it mean?"
Then the Baronet bethought him—"What confounded stuff one does talk andt