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Title: The Other Side of the Door

Author: Lucia Chamberlain

Illustrator: Herman Pfeifer

Release Date: June 8, 2008 [EBook #25724]

Language: English

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[Illustration: Cover art]

[Frontispiece: Looking up at her I felt she had won.]

THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR

BY

LUCIA CHAMBERLAIN

Author of

THE COAST OF CHANCE

WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY

HERMAN PFEIFER

New York

GROSSET & DUNLAP

Publishers

COPYRIGHT 1909

THE BOBBS-MERRILL COMPANY

MAY

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

PROLOGUE--THE CITY
I THE BASKET OF MUSHROOMS
II THE EVIDENCE
III THE RUMORS
IV THE FIRST DAY IN COURT
V THE SECOND DAY IN COURT
VI THE SPANISH WOMAN'S HOUSE
VII THE REFUGE
VIII THE LAST DAY OF THE TRIAL
IX THE CONCEALMENT
X A LIGHT IN THE DARK
XI THE LUGGER
EPILOGUE--TWO YEARS

ILLUSTRATIONS

Looking up at her I felt she had won. . . . . . _Frontispiece_

"What's the matter, child?" father said.

I tried to make myself look as pretty as possible.

[Transcriber's note: A fourth illustration was missing from the book.]

THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR

PROLOGUE

THE CITY

The city is always gray. Even in March, the greenest month of all,
when the Presidio, and the Mission Hills, and the islands in the bay
are beautiful with spring, there's only such a little bit of green gets
into the city! It lies in the lap of five hills, climbing upward
toward their crests where the trees are all doubled and bent by the
trade-wind. It seems to give its own color to the growing things in
it. The cypress hedges are dusty black; the eucalyptus trees are gray
as the house fronts they knock against, and even the plaza grass looks
dark and old, as if it had been the same grass always, and never came
up new in the spring.

But for the most part there are no trees, and only the finest places
have gardens. There are only rows and rows of hou