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Title: A Little Rebel
A Novel

Author: Margaret Wolfe Hungerford

Release Date: September 4, 2006 [EBook #19175]

Language: English

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A LITTLE REBEL

A NOVEL

BY THE DUCHESS

_Author of "Her Last Throw," "April's Lady," "Faith and Unfaith," etc.,
etc._

Montreal:
JOHN LOVELL & SON,
23 St. Nicholas Street.

Entered according to Act of Parliament in the year 1891, by John Lovell
& Son, in the office of the Minister of Agriculture and Statistics at
Ottawa.

A LITTLE REBEL.

CHAPTER I.

"Perplex'd in the extreme."

"The memory of past favors is like a rainbow, bright, vivid and
beautiful."

The professor, sitting before his untasted breakfast, is looking the
very picture of dismay. Two letters lie before him; one is in his hand,
the other is on the table-cloth. Both are open; but of one, the opening
lines--that tell of the death of his old friend--are all he has read;
whereas he has read the other from start to finish, already three times.
It is from the old friend himself, written a week before his death, and
very urgent and very pleading. The professor has mastered its contents
with ever-increasing consternation.

Indeed so great a revolution has it created in his mind, that his
face--(the index of that excellent part of him)--has, for the moment,
undergone a complete change. Any ordinary acquaintance now entering the
professor's rooms (and those acquaintances might be whittled down to
quite a _little_ few), would hardly have known him. For the abstraction
that, as a rule, characterizes his features--the way he has of looking
at you, as if he doesn't see you, that harasses the simp