The Three Brides. Charlotte M. Yonge
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Charlotte M. Yonge
The Three Brides
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4064066196530
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I The Model And Her Copies
CHAPTER II The Population of Compton Poynsett
CHAPTER III Parish Explorations
CHAPTER V A Sunday of Excitement
CHAPTER VII Unfruitful Suggestions
CHAPTER XI Rosamond’s Apologue
CHAPTER XIII Withered Leaves and Fresh Buds
CHAPTER XIV Neither Land Nor Water
CHAPTER XV Plot and Counterplot
CHAPTER XVI The Drive To Backsworth
CHAPTER XIX The Monstrous Regiment of Women
CHAPTER XXII Times Out of Joint
CHAPTER XXIII The Apple of Ate
CHAPTER XXIV The Lady Green Mantle
CHAPTER XXVI A Stickit Minister
CHAPTER, XXVII The Water Lane Fever
CHAPTER XXXIII Herbert’s Victory
CHAPTER XXXV Herbert’s Christmas
CHAPTER XXXVII The Third Autumn
CHAPTER I
The Model And Her Copies
There is sure another Flood toward, that so many couples are coming to the Ark.—As You Like It
“Ah! it is a pitiable case!”
“What case, boys?”
“Yours, mother, with such an influx of daughters-in-law.”
“I suspect the daughters-in-law think themselves more to be pitied.”
“As too many suns in one sphere.”
“As daughters-in-law at all.”
“There’s a ready cure for that. Eh, Charlie?”
“The sight of the mother-in-law.”
“Safe up on the shelf? Ha, you flattering boys!”
“Well, each of the three bridegrooms has severally told us that his bride was a strong likeness of the mother, so she will have the advantage of three mirrors!”
“Ay, and each married solely for her benefit. I wonder which is the truest!”
“Come, Baby Charles, don’t you take to being cynical and satirical,” said the mother. “It would be more to the purpose to consider of the bringing them home. Let me see, Raymond and his Cecil will be at Holford’s Gate at 5.30. They must have the carriage in full state. I suppose Brewer knows.”
“Trust the ringers for scenting it out.”
“Julius and Rosamond by the down train at Willansborough, at 4.50. One of you must drive old Snapdragon in the van for them. They will not mind when they understand; but there’s that poor wife of Miles’s, I wish she could have come a few days earlier. Her friend, Mrs. Johnson, is to drop her by the express at Backsworth, at 3.30.”