Quill's Window. George Barr McCutcheon

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       George Barr McCutcheon

      Quill's Window

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4064066230586

Table of Contents

       CHAPTER I — THE FORBIDDEN ROCK

       CHAPTER II — THE STORY THE OLD MAN TOLD

       CHAPTER III — COURTNEY THANE

       CHAPTER IV — DOWD'S TAVERN

       CHAPTER V — TRESPASS

       CHAPTER VI — CHARLIE WEBSTER ENTERTAINS

       CHAPTER VII — COURTNEY APPEARS IN PUBLIC

       CHAPTER VIII — ALIX THE THIRD

       CHAPTER IX — A MID-OCTOBER DAY

       DEAR ALIX

       DAVID.

       CHAPTER X — THE CHIMNEY CORNER

       CHAPTER XI — THANE VISITS TWO HOUSES

       DEAR DAVID

       ALIX CROWN.

       CHAPTER XII — WORDS AND LETTEBS

       DEAR ALIX

       DAVID.

       DEAR DAVID

       ALIX CROWN

       DEAREST MATER

       COURTNEY.

       C.

       CHAPTER XIII — THE OLD INDIAN TRAIL

       CHAPTER XIV — SUSPICION

       ADDISON BLYTHE.

       CHAPTER XV — THE FACE AT THE WINDOW

       CHAPTER XVI — ROSABEL

       CHAPTER XVII — SHADOWS

       CHAPTER XVIII — MR. GILFILLAN IS PUZZLED

       DEAREST ALIX

       DAVID.

       CHAPTER XIX — BRINGING UP THE PAST

       MY DEAR NIECE

       CHAPTER XX — THE DISAPPEARANCE OF ROSABEL VICK

       CHAPTER XXI — OUT OF THE NIGHT

       CHAPTER XXII — THE THROWER OF STONES

       CHAPTER XXIII — A MESSAGE AND ITS ANSWER

       DEAR ALIX

       DAVID.

       D.

       DEAREST DAVID

       ALIX.

       CHAPTER XXIV — AT QUILL'S WINDOW

       THE END

CHAPTER I—THE FORBIDDEN ROCK

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      A young man and an old one sat in the shade of the willows beside the wide, still river. The glare of a hot August sun failed to penetrate the shelter in which they idled; out upon the slow-gliding river it beat relentlessly, creating a pale, thin vapour that clung close to the shimmering surface and dazzled the eye with an ever-shifting glaze. The air was lifeless, sultry, stifling; not a leaf, not a twig in the tall, drooping willows moved unless stirred by the passage of some vagrant bird.

      The older man sat on the ground, his back against the trunk of a tree that grew so near to the edge that it seemed on the point of toppling over to shatter the smooth, green mirror below. Some of its sturdy exposed roots reached down from the bank into the water, where they caught and held the drift from upstream—reeds and twigs and matted grass—a dirty, sickly mass that swished lazily on the flank