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The Right of Way — Volume 05
The Right of Way — Volume 05
The Right of Way — Volume 05
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Gilbert Parker was a late 19th and early 20th century politician and novelist who wrote prodigiously. The British-Canadian's works are still popular in the 21st century.
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PublisherKrill Press
Release dateJan 3, 2016
ISBN9781518357640
The Right of Way — Volume 05
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Gilbert Parker

Gilbert Parker (1862–1932), also credited as Sir Horatio Gilbert George Parker, 1st Baronet, was a Canadian novelist and British politician. His initial career was in education, working in various schools as a teacher and lecturer. He then traveled abroad to Australia where he became an editor at the Sydney Morning Herald. He expanded his writing to include long-form works such as romance fiction. Some of his most notable titles include Pierre and his People (1892), The Seats of the Mighty and The Battle of the Strong.

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    The Right of Way — Volume 05 - Gilbert Parker

    THE RIGHT OF WAY — VOLUME 05

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    Gilbert Parker

    YURITA PRESS

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    This book is a work of fiction; its contents are wholly imagined.

    All rights reserved. Aside from brief quotations for media coverage and reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced or distributed in any form without the author’s permission. Thank you for supporting authors and a diverse, creative culture by purchasing this book and complying with copyright laws.

    Copyright © 2016 by Gilbert Parker

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    TABLE OF CONTENTS

    XLI. IT WAS MICHAELMAS DAY XLII. A TRIAL AND A VERDICT XLIII. JO PORTUGAIS TELLS A STORY XLIV. WHO WAS KATHLEEN? XLV. SIX MONTHS GO BY XLVI. THE FORGOTTEN MAN XLVII. ONE WAS TAKEN AND THE OTHER LEFT XLVIII. WHERE THE TREE OF LIFE IS BLOOMING— XLIX. THE OPEN GATE: CHAPTER XLI

    CHAPTER XLII

    CHAPTER XLIII

    CHAPTER XLIV

    CHAPTER XLV

    CHAPTER XLVI

    CHAPTER XLVII

    CHAPTER XLVIII

    CHAPTER XLIX

    The Right of Way — Volume 05

    By

    Gilbert Parker

    The Right of Way — Volume 05

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    New York City, NY

    First published circa 1932

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    XLI. IT WAS MICHAELMAS DAY XLII. A TRIAL AND A VERDICT XLIII. JO PORTUGAIS TELLS A STORY XLIV. WHO WAS KATHLEEN? XLV. SIX MONTHS GO BY XLVI. THE FORGOTTEN MAN XLVII. ONE WAS TAKEN AND THE OTHER LEFT XLVIII. WHERE THE TREE OF LIFE IS BLOOMING— XLIX. THE OPEN GATE: CHAPTER XLI

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    NOT A CLOUD IN THE sky, and, ruling all, a sweet sun, liberal in warmth and eager in brightness as its distance from the northern world decreased. As Mrs. Flynn entered the door of the post-office she sang out to Maximilian Cour, with a buoyant lilt: Oh, isn’t it the fun o’ the world to be alive!

    The tailor over the way heard it, and lifted his head with a smile; Rosalie Evanturel, behind the postal wicket, heard it, and her face swam with colour. Rosalie busied herself with the letters and papers for a moment before she answered Mrs. Flynn’s greeting, for there were ringing in her ears the words she herself had said a few days before: It is good to live, isn’t it?

    To-day it was so good to live that life seemed an endless being and a tireless happy doing—a gift of labour, an inspiring daytime, and a rejoicing sleep. Exaltation, a painful joy, and a wide embarrassing wonderment possessed her. She met Mrs. Flynn’s face at the wicket with shining eyes and a timid smile.

    Ah, there y’are, darlin’! said Mrs. Flynn. And how’s the dear father to-day?

    He seems about the same, thank you.

    Ah, that’s foine. Shure, if we could always be ‘about the same,’ we’d do. True for you, darlin’, ‘tis as you say. If ould Mary Flynn could be always bout the same,’ the clods o’ the valley would never cover her bones. But there ‘tis—we’re here to-day, and away tomorrow. Shure, though, I am not complainin’. Not I—not Mary Flynn. Teddy Flynn used to say to me, says he: ‘Niver born to know distress! Happy as worms in a garden av cucumbers. Seventeen years in this country, Mary,’ says he, ‘an’ nivir in the pinitintiary yet.’ There y’are. Ah, the birds do be singin’ to-day! ‘Tis good! ‘Tis good, darlin’! You’ll not mind Mary Flynn callin’ you darlin’, though y’are postmistress, an’ ‘ll be more than that—more than that wan day—or Mary Flynn’s a fool. Aye, more than that y’ll be, darlin’, and y’re eyes like purty brown topazzes and y’re cheeks like roses-shure, is there anny lether for Mary Flynn, darlin’?" she hastily added as she saw the Seigneur standing in the doorway. He had evidently been listening.

    Ye didn’t hear what y’re ould fool of a cook was sayin’, she added to the Seigneur, as Rosalie shook her head and answered: No letters, Madame—dear. Rosalie timidly added the dear, for there was something so great-hearted in Mrs. Flynn that she longed to clasp her round the neck, longed as she had never done in her life to lay her head upon some motherly breast and pour out her heart. But it was not to be now. Secrecy was her duty still.

    "Can’t ye speak to y’re ould

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