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Title: The Honorable Percival

Author: Alice Hegan Rice

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Language: English

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THE HONORABLE PERCIVAL

[Illustration: Their boat had sailed]

THE HONORABLE PERCIVAL

BY ALICE HEGAN RICE

AUTHOR OF "MRS. WIGGS OF THE CABBAGE PATCH,"
"A ROMANCE OF BILLY-GOAT HILL," ETC.

NEW YORK
THE CENTURY CO.
1914

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Copyright, 1914, by THE CENTURY CO.
Copyright, 1914, by MCCLURE'S MAGAZINE

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_Published, October, 1914_

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I A BLIGHTED BEING

II A COUNTER-IRRITANT

III CONVALESCENCE

IV COUNTER-CURRENTS

V STRANDED

VI IN THE WIND-SHELTER

VII THE DAY THAT NEVER WAS

VIII IN THE CROW'S-NEST

IX DRAGGING ANCHOR

X ON THE SEARCH

XI THE GYMKHANA

XII THE SONG OF THE SIREN

XIII PERCIVAL PROCRASTINATES

XIV NEPTUNE TAKES A HAND

XV PERCIVAL RISES TO AN OCCASION

XVI IN PORT

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

Their boat had sailed

"Well, did you ever! Where did _you_ come from?"

Her hair, still damp, was hanging about her shoulders, and she carried
a bundle of bath-towels under her arm

"Mr. Hascombe!" she demanded breathlessly, "you'll take me out in the
surf-boat, won't you?"

At a break-neck speed towards the wharf

"I don't know what makes me so everlastingly silly!" she said fiercely
trying to swallow the rising sobs, "but he _won't_ understand!"

"I like the way your mouth looks when you read it"

"Roberta!" he called sternly. "What are you doing out here?"

"You will have to join the crowd," suggested Bobby when Percival
complained of not seeing her as often as he wished

"If you want to hold my hand, Mr. Hascombe, you are welcome to it"

He sat on a table swinging