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Title: The Suitors of Yvonne
Author: Raphael Sabatini
Posting Date: February 25, 2009 [EBook #3430]
Release Date: September, 2002
Language: English
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*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE SUITORS OF YVONNE ***
Produced by John Stuart Middleton
THE SUITORS OF YVONNE
Being a Portion of the Memoirs of the Sieur Gaston de Luynes
By Rafael Sabatini
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I. OF HOW A BOY DRANK TOO MUCH WINE, AND WHAT CAME OF IT
II. THE FRUIT OF INDISCRETION
III. THE FIGHT IN THE HORSE-MARKET
IV. FAIR RESCUERS
V. MAZARIN, THE MATCH-MAKER
VI. OF HOW ANDREA BECAME LOVE-SICK
VII. THE CHATEAU DR CANAPLES
VIII. THE FORESHADOW OF DISASTER
IX. OF HOW A WHIP PROVED A BETTER ARGUMENT THAN A TONGUE
X. THE CONSCIENCE OF MALPERTUIS
XI. OF A WOMAN'S OBSTINACY
XII. THE RESCUE
XIII. THE HAND OF YVONNE
XIV. OF WHAT BEFELL AT REAUX
XV. OF MY RESURRECTION
XVI. THE WAY OF WOMAN
XVII. FATHER AND SON
XVIII. OF HOW I LEFT CANAPLES
XIX. OF MY RETURN TO PARIS
XX. OF HOW THE CHEVALIER DE CANAPLES BECAME A FRONDEUR
XXI. OF THE BARGAIN THAT ST. AUBAN DROVE WITH MY LORD CARDINAL
XXII. OF MY SECOND JOURNEY TO CANAPLES
XXIII. OF HOW ST. AUBAN CAME TO BLOIS
XXIV. OF THE PASSING OF ST. AUBAN
XXV. PLAY-ACTING
XXVI. REPARATION
CHAPTER I. OF HOW A BOY DRANK TOO MUCH WINE, AND WHAT CAME OF IT
Andrea de Mancini sprawled, ingloriously drunk, upon the floor. His legs
were thrust under the table, and his head rested against the chair from
which he had slipped; his long black hair was tossed and dishevelled;
his handsome, boyish face flushed and garbed in the vacant expression of
idiocy.
"I beg a thousand pardons, M. de Luynes," quoth he in the thick,
monotonous voice of a man whose brain but ill controls his tongue,--"I
beg a thousand pardons for the unseemly poverty of our repast. 'T is
no fault of mine. My Lord Cardinal keeps
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