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Title: The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer, Vol. 5
Author: Charles James Lever (1806-1872)
Release Date: October 27, 2006 [EBook #5238]
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THE CONFESSIONS OF HARRY LORREQUER, Vol. 5
[By Charles James Lever (1806-1872)]
Dublin
MDCCCXXXIX.
Volume 5. (Chapter XXIX-XLI)
Contents:
CHAPTER XXIX
Captain Trevanion's Adventure
CHAPTER XXX
Difficulties
CHAPTER XXXI
Explanation
CHAPTER XXXII
Mr O'Leary's First Love
CHAPTER XXXIII
Mr O'Leary's Second Love
CHAPTER XXXIV
The Duel
CHAPTER XXXV
Early Recollections--A First Love
CHAPTER XXXVI
Wise Resolves
CHAPTER XXXVII
The Proposal
CHAPTER XXXVIII
Thoughts upon Matrimony in general, and in the Army in particular--The
Knight of Kerry and Billy M'Cabe
CHAPTER XXXIX
A Reminiscence
CHAPTER XL
The Two Letters
CHAPTER XLI
Mr O'Leary's Capture
CHAPTER XXIX.
CAPTAIN TREVANION'S ADVENTURE.
As the day was now waning apace, and I was still unprovided with any one
who could act as my second, I set out upon a search through the various
large hotels in the neighbourhood, trusting that amid my numerous
acquaintance I should be fortunate enough to find some of them at Paris.
With a most anxious eye I scanned the lists of arrivals at the usual
haunts of my countrymen, in the Rue Rivoli, and the Place Vendome, but
without success; there were long catalogues of "Milors," with their
"couriers," &c. but not one name known to me in the number.
I repaired to Galignani's library, which, though crowded as ever with
English, did not present to me one familiar face. From thence I turned
into the Palais Royale, and at last, completely jaded by walking, and
sick from disappointment, I sat down upon a bench in t
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