Chapter I: Front Matter

Transcriber's Notes:

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2. The diphthong oe is represented by [oe].

SHREWSBURY

_BY THE SAME AUTHOR._

THE HOUSE OF THE WOLF
A Tale of the Massacre of St. Bartholomew.

A GENTLEMAN OF FRANCE.
A Tale of the Days of Henry of Navarre.

THE RED COCKADE.
A Tale of the French Revolution.

SHREWSBURY

A Romance

BY

STANLEY J. WEYMAN

AUTHOR OF "A GENTLEMAN OF FRANCE," "UNDER THE RED ROBE,"
"THE HOUSE OF THE WOLF," ETC.

WITH 24 ILLUSTRATIONS

BY

CLAUDE A. SHEPPERSON

LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO.

39 PATERNOSTER ROW, LONDON

NEW YORK AND BOMBAY

1898

Copyright, 1897
By STANLEY J. WEYMAN
* * *
_All rights reserved_

TO MY BROTHER HENRY

IN MEMORY OF A SUNDAY AFTERNOON IN THE YEAR 1877
THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

With a gesture between contempt and impatience the duke removed his hat. _Frontispiece_.

She looked directly at me.

In an instant I was on the other side of the fence.

Stole down the stairs and into the garden.

My companion seized my wrist.

The constable led me out of the crowd.

"When my back is turned go through that window."

He wore a dingy morning-gown and had laid aside his wig.

"Damn your King William, and you too!" he cried.

He pressed the ring of cold steel.

In the great chair sat an elderly lady leaning on an ebony stick.

I heard a light foot following me.

With a gesture between contempt and impatience the duke removed his hat.

I flung my arms round him from behind, and with my right hand jerked up the pistol.

A slight gentleman ambled and paced in front of a child.

"Now we will have that letter, if you please."

I saw a man had come to a stand before the door.

The place was nothing more than a concealed cupboard.

And turning from me, he began to pace the room, his hands clasped behind him.

She came a step nearer to me, and peered at me.

Sir John ... stared at me a moment.

She listened in silence, standing over me with something of the severity of a judge.

He shut himself in with his trouble.

I stood there at last ... the faces at the table all turned towards me.

She was making marks on the turf with a stick.

SHREWSBURY