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Title: A Little Rebel

Author: Mrs. Hungerford

Release Date: July 2, 2005 [EBook #16186]

Language: English

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Produced by Daniel Fromont <daniel.fromont@cnc.fr>
April 2005
2005 is the 150th anniversary of Mrs. Hungerford's birthday.

Mrs. HUNGERFORD (Margaret Wolfe Hamilton) (1855?-1897),

A little Rebel (1890) Lovell edition

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 simple, and enrages the others--is all gone! Not a
trace of it remains. It has given place to terror, open and
unrestrained.

"A girl!" m