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Title: Windyridge

Author: W. Riley

Release Date: July 1, 2010 [EBook #33043]

Language: English

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WINDYRIDGE

BY

W. RILEY

HERBERT JENKINS LIMITED

YORK STREET, ST. JAMES'S

LONDON S.W.1.

1915

_POPULAR EDITION._

_Printed in Great Britain by Love & Malcomson, Ltd.,
London and Redhill._

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I. THE CALL OF THE HEATHER
II. FARMER GOODENOUGH STATES HIS TERMS
III. GRACE MEETS THE SQUIRE
IV. THE STUDIO
V. FARMER BROWN IS PHOTOGRAPHED
VI. OVER THE MOOR TO ROMANTON
VII. THE CYNIC DISCOURSES ON WOMAN
VIII. CHRISTMAS DAY AT WINDYRIDGE
IX. MRS. BROWN EXPLAINS
X. INTRODUCES WIDOW ROBERTSHAW
XI. GINTY RUNS AWAY
XII. THE CYNIC EXAGGERATES
XIII. WHITSUNTIDE EXPERIENCES
XIV. BARJONA FALLS INTO THE TRAP
XV. ROSE ARRIVES
XVI. THE CYNIC SPEAKS IN PARABLES
XVII. GRACE BECOMES DEJECTED
XVIII. CARRIER TED RECEIVES NOTICE TO QUIT
XIX. BARJONA'S DOWNFALL
XX. THE CYNIC'S RENUNCIATION
XXI. AT ZERMATT
XXII. THE HEATHER PULLS
XXIII. THE PARABLE OF THE HEATHER
XXIV. ROGER TREFFIT INTRODUCES "MISS TERRY"
XXV. THE RETURN OF THE PRODIGAL
XXVI. THE CYNIC BRINGS NEWS OF GINTY
XXVII. MOTHER HUBBARD HEARS THE CALL
XXVIII. IN THE CRUCIBLE
XXIX. THE GREAT STORM
XXX. CALM AFTER STORM

WINDYRIDGE

CHAPTER I

THE CALL OF THE HEATHER

I am beginning to-day a new volume in the book of my life. I wrote the
Prologue to it yesterday when I chanced upon this hamlet, and my Inner
Self peremptorily bade me take up my abode here. My Inner Self often
insists upon a course which has neither rhyme nor reason to recommend
it, but as I am a woman I can plead instinct as the explanation--or
shall I say the excuse?--of my eccentric conduct. Yet I don't think I
have ever been quite so mad before as I fully realise that I am now,
and the delight of it all is that I don't care and I don't repe