Lady Audley's Secret (Mystery Classic). Mary Elizabeth Braddon
Читать онлайн.| Название | Lady Audley's Secret (Mystery Classic) |
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| Автор произведения | Mary Elizabeth Braddon |
| Жанр | Языкознание |
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| Издательство | Языкознание |
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| isbn | 4064066052263 |
Mary Elizabeth Braddon
Lady Audley's Secret
(Mystery Classic)
Published by
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- Advanced Digital Solutions & High-Quality eBook Formatting -
2019 OK Publishing
EAN 4064066052263
Table of Contents
Chapter 4 In the First Page of “The Times.”
Chapter 5 The Headstone at Ventnor.
Chapter 6 Anywhere, Anywhere Out of the World.
Chapter 11 The Mark Upon My Lady’s Wrist.
Chapter 16 Robert Audley Gets His Conge.
Chapter 18 Robert Receives a Visitor Whom he had Scarcely Expected.
Chapter 19 The Writing in the Book.
Chapter 21 Little Georgey Leaves His Old Home.
Chapter 22 Coming to a Standstill.
Chapter 25 Retrograde Investigation.
Chapter 26 So Far and No Farther.
Chapter 27 Beginning at the Other End.
Chapter 28 Hidden in the Grave.
Chapter 30 Preparing the Ground.
Chapter 32 The Red Light in the Sky.
Chapter 33 The Bearer of the Tidings.
Chapter 34 My Lady Tells the Truth.
Chapter 35 The Hush that Succeeds the Tempest.
Chapter 36 Dr. Mosgrave’s Advice.
Chapter 1
Lucy.
It lay down in a hollow, rich with fine old timber and luxuriant pastures; and you came upon it through an avenue of limes, bordered on either side by meadows, over the high hedges of which the cattle looked inquisitively at you as you passed, wondering, perhaps, what you wanted; for there was no thorough-fare, and unless you were going to the Court you had no business there at all.
At the end of this avenue there was an old arch and a clock tower, with a stupid, bewildering clock, which had only one hand — and which jumped straight from one hour to the next — and was therefore always in extremes. Through this arch you walked straight into the gardens of Audley Court.
A smooth lawn lay before you, dotted with groups of rhododendrons, which grew in more perfection here than anywhere else in the county. To the right there were the kitchen gardens, the fish-pond, and an orchard bordered by a dry moat, and a broken ruin of a wall, in some places thicker than it was high, and everywhere overgrown with trailing ivy, yellow stonecrop, and dark moss. To the left there was a broad graveled walk, down which, years ago, when the place had been a convent, the quiet nuns had walked hand in hand; a wall bordered with espaliers, and shadowed on one side by goodly oaks, which shut out the