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Title: The End of a Coil

Author: Susan Warner

Release Date: December 25, 2008 [EBook #27618]

Language: English

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[Transcriber's note: Susan Warner, _The End of a Coil_ (1880)]

THE END OF A COIL.

BY

SUSAN WARNER

AUTHOR OF

"THE WIDE, WIDE WORLD."

"Well begun is half done."

LONDON:

JAMES NISBET & CO., 21 BERNERS STREET

NOTE TO THE READER.

As in the case of "My Desire," the turning facts of this story are
fact; even to the most romantic and unlikely detail. In this is found,
I hope, my justification for making the hero in one place repeat
something very like what was said by the hero of Queechy on a like
occasion. I was unwilling to disturb the absolute truth of the story,
so far as I had it.

CONTENTS.

CHAPTER

I. DOLLY'S ARRIVAL
II. CHRISTINA AND HER MOTHER
III. THE MARINE DICTIONARY
IV. THE "ACHILLES"
V. THE PIECE OF ROPE
VI. END OF SCHOOL TERM
VII. PLAYTHINGS
VIII. LONDON
IX. THE PEACOCKS
X. BRIERLEY COTTAGE
XI. IN THE PARK
XII. THE HOUSE
XIII. PREACHING AND PRACTICE
XIV. DIFFICULTIES
XV. THE CONSUL'S OFFICE
XVI. A FIGHT
XVII. RUPERT
XVIII. A SQUARE PARTY
XIX. SEEING SIGHTS
XX. LIMBURG
XXI. VENICE
XXII. MR. COPLEY
XXIII. THE WINE SHOP
XXIV. PAST GREATNESS
XXV. CHRISTMAS EVE
XXVI. NAPLES
XXVII. SORRENTO
XXVIII. AT THE VILLA
XXIX. WHITHER NOW?
XXX. DOWN HILL
XXXI. HANDS FULL
XXXII. THE NURSE
XXXIII. UNDER AN OAK TREE
XXXIV. UNDER THE SAME OAK
XXXV. WAYS AND MEANS
XXXVI. THIS PICTURE AND THAT

THE END OF A COIL.

CHAPTER I.

DOLLY'S ARRIVAL.

The door stands open of a handsome house in Walnut Street--the Walnut
Street which belongs to the city of William Penn; and on the threshold
stands a lady, with her hand up to her brows, shielding her eyes from
the light. She is watching to see what will come