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Title: St. Martin's Summer

Author: Rafael Sabatini

Posting Date: January 2, 2009 [EBook #2640]
Release Date: May, 2001

Language: English

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ST. MARTIN'S SUMMER

By Rafael Sabatini

Originally published in 1921

CONTENTS

I. THE SENESCHAL OF DAUPHINY
II. MONSIEUR DE GARNACHE
III. THE DOWAGER'S COMPLIANCE
IV. THE CHATEAU DE CONDILLAC
V. MONSIEUR DE GARNACHE LOSES HIS TEMPER
VI. MONSIEUR DE GARNACHE KEEPS HIS TEMPER
VII. THE OPENING OF THE TRAP
VIII. THE CLOSING OF THE TRAP
IX. THE SENESCHAL'S ADVICE
X. THE RECRUIT
XI. VALERIE'S GAOLER
XII. A MATTER OF CONSCIENCE
XIII. THE COURIER
XIV. FLORIMOND'S LETTER
XV. THE CONFERENCE
XVI. THE UNEXPECTED
XVII. HOW MONSIEUR DE GARNACHE LEFT CONDILLAC
XVIII. IN THE MOAT
XIX. THROUGH THE NIGHT
XX. FLORIMOND DE CONDILLAC
XXI. THE GHOST IN THE CUPBOARD
XXII. THE OFFICES OF MOTHER CHURCH
XXIII. THE JUDGMENT OF GARNACHE
XXIV. SAINT MARTINS EVE

SAINT MARTIN'S SUMMER

CHAPTER I. THE SENESCHAL OF DAUPHINY

My Lord of Tressan, His Majesty's Seneschal of Dauphiny, sat at his
ease, his purple doublet all undone, to yield greater freedom to his
vast bulk, a yellow silken undergarment visible through the gap, as is
visible the flesh of some fruit that, swollen with over-ripeness, has
burst its skin.

His wig--imposed upon him by necessity, not fashion lay on the table
amid a confusion of dusty papers, and on his little fat nose, round
and red as a cherry at its end, rested the bridge of his horn-rimmed
spectacles. His bald head--so bald and shining that it conveyed an
unpleasant sense of nakedness, suggesting that its uncovering had been
an act of indelicacy on the owner's part--rested on the back of his
great chair, and hid from sight the gaudy escutcheon wrought upon the
crimson leather. His