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PART I
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
PART II
CHAPTER V
CHAPTER VI
CHAPTER VII
CHAPTER VIII
PART III
CHAPTER IX
CHAPTER X
CHAPTER XI
CHAPTER XII
BY THE SAME AUTHOR
"Her whole being was seething with passionate and revengeful thought"
"A stifling hot day!" General Hobson lifted his hat and mopped hisforehead indignantly. "What on earth this place can be like in June Ican't conceive! The tenth of April, and I'll be bound the thermometer'ssomewhere near eighty in the shade. You never find the English climateplaying you these tricks."
Roger Barnes looked at his uncle with amusement.
"Don't you like heat, Uncle Archie? Ah, but I forgot, it's Americanheat."
"I like a climate you can depend on," said the General, quite consciousthat he was talking absurdly, yet none the less determined to talk, byway of relief to some obscure annoyance. "Here we are sweltering in thisabominable heat, and in New York last week they had a blizzard, andhere, even, it was cold enough to give me rheumatism. The climate'salways in extremes—like the people."
"I'm sorry to find you don't like the States, Uncle Archie."
The young man sat down beside his uncle. They were in the deck saloon ofa steamer which had left Washington about an hour before for MountVernon. Through the open doorway to their left they saw a wide expanseof river, flowing between banks