For the Allinson Honor. Harold Bindloss
Читать онлайн.| Название | For the Allinson Honor |
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| Автор произведения | Harold Bindloss |
| Жанр | Языкознание |
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| isbn | 4064066189631 |
Harold Bindloss
For the Allinson Honor
Published by Good Press, 2021
EAN 4064066189631
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I THE TENANT AT THE FIRS
CHAPTER IV THE LAKE OF SHADOWS
CHAPTER V THE FIRST SUSPICIONS
CHAPTER VIII THE ISLAND OF PINES
CHAPTER XIII LOVE'S ENCOURAGEMENT
CHAPTER XVII THE GAP IN THE RIDGE
CHAPTER XVIII THE EMPTY FLOUR-BAG
CHAPTER XXI A BUSHMAN'S SATISFACTION
CHAPTER XXIII UNEXPECTED SUPPORT
CHAPTER XXIV THE TRUTH ABOUT RAIN BLUFF
CHAPTER XXVI A SUSPICIOUS STRANGER
CHAPTER XXVII ANDREW STAKES HIS CLAIM
CHAPTER XXXI ALLINSON'S MAKES GOOD
CHAPTER XXXII THE HEAD OF THE HOUSE
CHAPTER I
THE TENANT AT THE FIRS
It was a hot autumn afternoon. Mrs. Olcott, a young and attractive woman, reclined in a canvas chair beside a tea-table on the lawn in front of the cottage she had lately taken in the country. Her thin white dress displayed a slender and rather girlish form; her dark hair emphasized the delicate coloring of her face, which wore a nervous look. As a matter of fact, she felt disturbed. Clare Olcott needed somebody to take care of her; but she had few friends, and her husband held a government appointment in West Africa. His pay was moderate and he had no private means. His relatives justified their neglect of his wife by the reflection that he had married beneath him; and this was why he had commended her, with confidence, to the protection of a friend.
Andrew Allinson, who had made Olcott's acquaintance when serving as lieutenant of yeomanry during the Boer campaign, sat on a grassy bank near by with a teacup in his hand. He was strongly built and negligently dressed, in knickerbockers and shooting jacket. The bicycle he had just ridden leaned against the hedge. Andrew had lately reached his twenty-ninth year. He had large blue eyes that met you with a direct glance, a broad forehead, and a strong jaw. On the whole, he was a good-looking man, but his characteristic expression was one of rather heavy good-humor. Though by no means stupid, he had never done anything remarkable, and most of the Allinsons thought him slow.
Raising himself a little, he looked slowly round. Beyond the hedge the white highroad climbed a bold ridge of moor that blazed in the strong sunshine with regal purple; farther back, smooth-topped hills faded into an ethereal haziness through varying shades of gray. The head of the deep valley near the house was steeped in blue shadow, but lower down oatfields gleamed with ocher and cadmium among broad squares of green. There were flowers in the borders about the tiny lawn, and creepers draped the front of the house. The still air was filled with the drone of bees; all was eminently peaceful.
"How do you like the place?" he asked. "It's nicer than London in weather like this, and you're looking better than you did when I saw you there."
Mrs. Olcott gave him a grateful smile.
"I haven't regretted leaving town. I was miserable and scarcely saw anybody after Tom sailed. Our small flat was too far from the few people I knew; and even if it had been nearer, I couldn't entertain. I was feeling very downhearted the day you called."
Andrew remembered having found her looking very forlorn in a dingy and shabbily furnished room. She was sitting at a writing-table with a pile of bills before her, about which she had made a naive confession.
"I'm glad you find things pleasant here;