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By Inheritance Octave Thanet

By Inheritance

Octave Thanet

Published October 1st 2007
ISBN : 9781406779783
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412 pages
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CONTENTS PAGE I ASHES OF ROSES I II A LADY OF . QUALITY . . . . .20 III THE WAYSIDE STAINS .... 45 IV GILES 71 V AGATHA HUNTS THE HA NT .... 84 VI ENTER SIDNEY DANTON . . ., . 98 VII THE GUARD OF THE TREASURE, .no VIII THETAINT OF His RACE 126 IX THEMoreCONTENTS PAGE I ASHES OF ROSES I II A LADY OF . QUALITY . . . . .20 III THE WAYSIDE STAINS .... 45 IV GILES 71 V AGATHA HUNTS THE HA NT .... 84 VI ENTER SIDNEY DANTON . . ., . 98 VII THE GUARD OF THE TREASURE, .no VIII THETAINT OF His RACE 126 IX THE WARNING 139 X quotTHE SOULS OF BLACK FOLKSquot . . .146 XI THE VOICE OF THE STERN DAUGHTER . . 159 XII LEE PAINTS THE HOUSE . . . . . 164 XIII THE SIMPLE LIFE . . . . . . 176 XIV THE WHITE MAN S BURDEN . . . .191 XV BY WAYS THAT No MAN KNOWS . . .201 XVI THE APPEAL TO CESAR, 215 XVII quotWHAT ANSWER quot . . . . . .233 XVIII THE REAL SIDNEY DANTON . . . .253 XIX THE COLORED CHURCH 264 XX LILY PEARL S ADVICE 276 XXI quotTHEY WILL NOT BETRAY THEIR COLORquot . 289 XXII THE SPECTER OF THE SOUTH . . . .294 XXIII THE ANGEL BEHIND THE VEIL . . .323 XXIV As WATER SPILLED ON THE GROUND . . 332 XXV quotNOT FOR ANY PAINS OF DEATHquot . . . 351 XXVI THE CONFESSIONAL 363 XXVII THE HEART S HIGHWAY 373 XXVIII A SOUL OF THE RIGHTEOUS . . . .384 434875 BY INHERITANCE BY INHERITANCE CHAPTER I ASHES OF ROSES OOD-BY, quot said the friend, still retaining Danforth s hand on the Miss Agatha threshold of the door which a neat maid held open quotthis surely will be Thanksgiving for you.quot Miss Danforth made the expected answer quotIt ought to be, quot accompanied by the expected smile. Still smiling, she watched her friend take the path to the gate between the rusted and dried hydrangea bushes which autumn had seen so ruddily glowing. But when she returned to her little writing-room off the library, when she sank into the luxurious wing chair which had belonged to Great-grand mother Plunkett, extending her slender feet toward the comforting blaze of the woodfire on Great grandfather Danforth s andirons, the smile faded. quotThis is the fifth time to-day, quot mused Agatha, quotthat I have been told I ought to be thankful. Well, it is true.quot For no cause within her ken she sighed even as she began to enumerate those emi nent reasons which her friends or she might cite. I