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Charlotte M Yonge�- Abbeychurch�- menorot
One summer afternoon, Helen Woodbourne returned from her daily walk with her sisters, and immediately repaired to the school-room, in order to put the finishing touches to a drawing, with which she had been engaged during the greater part of the morning. She had not been long established there, before her sister Katherine came in, and, taking her favourite station, leaning against the window shutter so as to command a good view of the street, she began, 'Helen, do you know that the Consecration is to be on Thursday the twenty-eighth, instead of the Tuesday after?' Downloaded 20 times Size : 237 Kb (RocketBook) �- English 
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Charlotte M Yonge�- Dynevor Terrace Vol 1�- menorot
An ancient leafless stump of a horse-chesnut stood in the middle of a dusty field, bordered on the south side by a row of houses of some pretension. Against this stump, a pretty delicate fair girl of seventeen, whose short lilac sleeves revealed slender white arms, and her tight, plain cap tresses of flaxen hair that many a beauty might have envied, was banging a cocoa-nut mat, chanting by way of accompaniment in a sort of cadence�-'I have found out a gift for my fur, I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me the plunder forbear, She will say�-' Downloaded 18 times Size : 397 Kb (RocketBook) �- English
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Charlotte M Yonge�- Dynevor Terrace vol 2�- menorot
As little recked Fitzjocelyn of the murmurs which he had provoked, as he guessed the true secret of his victory. In his eyes, it was the triumph of merit over prejudice, and Mrs. Frost espoused the same gratifying view, though ascribing much to her nephew's activity, and James himself, flushed with hope and success, was not likely to dissent. Next they had to make their conquest available. Apart from Louis's magnificent prognostications, at the lowest computation, the head master's income amounted to a sum which to James appeared affluence; and though there was no house provided, it mattered the less since there were five to choose from in the Terrace, even if his grandmother had not wished that their household should be still the same. With Miss Conway's own fortune and the Terrace settled on herself, where could be any risk? Downloaded 20 times Size : 422 Kb (RocketBook) �- English
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Charlotte M Yonge�- Heatsease�- menorot
"The sun shone slanting over a spacious park, the undulating ground here turning a broad lawn towards the beams that silvered every blade of grass; there, curving away in banks of velvet green; shadowed by the trees; gnarled old thorns in the holiday suit whence they take their name, giant's nosegays of horse-chestnuts, mighty elms and stalwart oaks, singly or in groups, the aristocracy of the place; while in the background rose wooded coverts, where every tint of early green blended in rich masses of varied foliage. An avenue, nearly half a mile in length, consisted of a quadruple range of splendid lime trees of uniform growth, the side arcades vaulted over by the meeting branches, and the central road, where the same lights and shadows were again and again repeated, conducting the eye in diminishing perspective to a mansion on a broad base of stone steps. Herds of cattle, horses, and deer, gave animation to the scene, and near the avenue were a party of village children running about gathering cowslips, or seated on the grass, devouring substantial plum buns." �Downloaded 5 times Size : 686 Kb (RocketBook) 541 Kb (MsReader) 1144 Kb (Softbook) 861 Kb (Mobipocket) 1019 Kb (Acrobat) �- English
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Charlotte M Yonge�- Lady Hester�- menorot
I write this by desire of my brothers and sisters, that if any reports of our strange family history should come down to after generations the thing may be properly understood. The old times at Trevorsham seem to me so remote, that I can hardly believe that we are the same who were so happy then. Nay, Jaquetta laughs, and declares that it is not possible to be happier than we have been since, and Fulk would have me remember that all was not always smooth even in those days. Perhaps not-�for him, at least, dear fellow, in those latter times; but when I think of the old home, the worst troubles that rise before me are those of the back-board and the stocks, French in the school-room, and Miss Simmonds' "Lady Ursula, think of your position!" And as to Jaquetta, she was born under a more benignant star. Nobody could have put a back-board on her any more than on a kitten. Downloaded 14 times Size : 98 Kb (RocketBook) �- English
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Charlotte M Yonge�- My Young Alcides�- menorot
One of the children brought me a photograph album, long ago finished and closed, and showed me a faded and blurred figure over which there had been a little dispute. Was it Hercules with club and lion-skin, or was it a gentleman I had known? Ah me! how soon a man's place knoweth him no more! What fresh recollections that majestic form awoke in me—-the massive features, with the steadfast eye, and low, square brow, curled over with short rings of hair; the mouth, that, through the thick, short beard, still invited trust and reliance, even while there was a look of fire and determination that inspired dread. Downloaded 9 times Size : 319 Kb (RocketBook) �- English
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Charlotte M Yonge�- The Chaplet of Pearls�- menorot
Setting aside the consideration of the risk, the baby-weddings of the Middle Ages must have been very pretty sights. So the Court of France thought the bridal of Henri Beranger Eustache de Ribaumont and of Marie Eustacie Rosalie de Ribaumont du Nid-de-Merle, when, amid the festivals that accompanied the signature of the treaty of Cateau-Cabresis, good-natured King Henri II. presided merrily at the union of the little pair, whose unite ages did not reach ten years. There they stood under the portal of Notre-Dame, the little bridegroom in a white velvet coat, with puffed sleeves, slashed with scarlet satin, as were the short, also puffed breeches meeting his long white knitted silk stockings some way above the knee; large scarlet rosettes were in his white shoes, a scarlet knot adorned his little sword, and his velvet cap of the same colour bore a long white plume, and was encircled by a row of pearls of priceless value. Downloaded 8 times Size : 531 Kb (RocketBook) �- English
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Charlotte M Yonge�- The Herd Boy and His Hermit�- menorot
Another historical novel from Charlotte M Yonge--- On a moorland slope where sheep and goats were dispersed among the rocks, there lay a young lad on his back, in a stout canvas cassock over his leathern coat, and stout leathern leggings over wooden shoes. Twilight was fast coming on; only a gleam of purple light rested on the top of the eastern hills, but was gradually fading away, though the sky to the westward still preserved a little pale golden light by the help of the descending crescent moon. Downloaded 5 times Size : 133 Kb (RocketBook) �- English
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Charlotte M Yonge�- Unknown To History�- menorot
On a spring day, in the year 1568, Mistress Talbot sat in her lodging at Hull, an upper chamber, with a large latticed window, glazed with the circle and diamond leading perpetuated in Dutch pictures, and opening on a carved balcony, whence, had she been so minded, she could have shaken hands with her opposite neighbour. There was a richly carved mantel-piece, with a sea-coal fire burning in it, for though it was May, the sea winds blew cold, and there was a fishy odour about the town, such as it was well to counteract. The floor was of slippery polished oak, the walls hung with leather, gilded in some places and depending from cornices, whose ornaments proved to an initiated eye, that this had once been the refectory of a small priory, or cell, broken up at the Reformation. Downloaded 22 times Size : 526 Kb (RocketBook) �- English
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Charlotte M. Yonge�- Magnum Bonum�- menorot
The lady said, "An orphan's fate Is sad and hard to bear."--Scott. "Mother, you could do a great kindness." "Well, Joe?" "If you would have the little teacher at the Miss Heath's here for the holidays. After all the rest, she has had the measles last and worst, and they don't know what to do with her, for she came from the asylum for officers' daughters, and has no home at all, and they must go away to have the house purified. They can't take her with them, for their sister has children, and she will have to roam from room to room before the whitewashers, which is not what I should wish in the critical state of chest left by measles." "What is her name?" "Allen. The cry was always for Miss Allen when the sick girls wanted to be amused." Downloaded 29 times Size : 659 Kb (RocketBook) �- English
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Charlotte M. Yonge�- Nuttie's Father�- menorot
"The town of Micklethwayte was rising and thriving. There were salubrious springs which an enterprising doctor had lately brought into notice. The firm of Greenleaf and Dutton manufactured umbrellas in large quantities, from the stout weather-proof family roof down to the daintiest fringed toy of a parasol. There were a Guild Hall and a handsome Corn Market. There was a Modern School for the boys, and a High School for the girls, and a School of Art, and a School of Cookery, and National Schools, and a British School, and a Board School, also churches of every height, chapels of every denomination, and iron mission rooms budding out in hopes to be replaced by churches." Downloaded 44 times Size : 375 Kb (RocketBook) 450 Kb (Acrobat) �- English
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Charlotte M. Yonge�- The Clever Woman of the Family�- menorot
"It is very kind in the dear mother." "But--what, Rachel? Don't you like it! She so enjoyed choosing it for you." "Oh yes, it is a perfect thing in its way. Don't say a word to her; but if you are consulted for my next birthday present, Grace, couldn't you suggest that one does cease to be a girl." "Only try it on, Rachel dear, she will be pleased to see you in it." "Oh yes, I will bedizen myself to oblige her. I do assure you I am not ungrateful. It is beautiful in itself, and shows how well nature can be imitated; but it is meant for a mere girl, and this is the very day I had fixed for hauling down the flag of youth." "Oh, Rachel." �Downloaded 2 times Size : 533 Kb (RocketBook) 440 Kb (MsReader) 891 Kb (Softbook) 676 Kb (Mobipocket) 792 Kb (Acrobat) �- English
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Charlotte M. Yonge�- The Daisy Chain�- menorot
Another Classic converted by Phoenix-Library.org, full text included. "Miss Winter, are you busy? Do you want this afternoon? Can you take a good long walk?" "Ethel, my dear, how often have I told you of your impetuosity--you have forgotten." "Very well"--with an impatient twist--"I beg your pardon. Good-morning, Miss Winter," said a thin, lank, angular, sallow girl, just fifteen, trembling from head to foot with restrained eagerness, as she tried to curb her tone into the requisite civility. "Good-morning, Ethel, good-morning, Flora," said the prim, middle-aged daily governess, taking off her bonnet, and arranging the stiff little rolls of curl at the long, narrow looking-glass, the border of which distorted the countenance. "Good-morning," properly responded Flora, a pretty, fair girl, nearly two years older than her sister. "Will you--" began to burst from Etheldred's lips again, but was stifled by Miss Winter's inquiry, "Is your mamma pretty well to-day?" "Oh! very well," said both at once; "she is coming to the reading." And Flora added, "Papa is going to drive her out to-day." "I am very glad. And the baby?" "I do believe she does it on purpose!" whispered Ethel to herself,... �Downloaded 2 times Size : 873 Kb (RocketBook) 669 Kb (MsReader) 1420 Kb (Softbook) 1093 Kb (Mobipocket) 1286 Kb (Acrobat) �- English
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Charlotte M. Yonge�- The Heir of Redclyffe�- menorot
Another Classic converted by Phoenix-Library.org, full text included. The drawing-room of Hollywell House was one of the favoured apartments, where a peculiar air of home seems to reside, whether seen in the middle of summer, all its large windows open to the garden, or, as when our story commences, its bright fire and stands of fragrant green-house plants contrasted with the wintry fog and leafless trees of November. There were two persons in the room--a young lady, who sat drawing at the round table, and a youth, lying on a couch near the fire, surrounded with books and newspapers, and a pair of crutches near him. Both looked up with a smile of welcome at the entrance of a tall, fine-looking young man, whom each greeted with 'Good morning, Philip.' 'Good morning, Laura. Good morning, Charles; I am glad you are downstairs again! How are you to-day?' �Downloaded 4 times Size : 671 Kb (RocketBook) 533 Kb (MsReader) 1118 Kb (Softbook) 841 Kb (Mobipocket) 1001 Kb (Acrobat) �- English
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Charlotte M. Yonge�- The Trial�- menorot
Another Classic converted by Phoenix-Library.org, full text included. 'Richard? That's right! Here's a tea-cup waiting for you,' as the almost thirty-year-old Incumbent of Cocksmoor, still looking like a young deacon, entered the room with his quiet step, and silent greeting to its four inmates. 'Thank you, Ethel. Is papa gone out?' 'I have not seen him since dinner-time. You said he was gone out with Dr. Spencer, Aubrey?' 'Yes, I heard Dr. Spencer's voice--"I say, Dick"--like three notes of consternation,' said Aubrey; 'and off they went. I fancy there's some illness about in the Lower Pond Buildings, that Dr. Spencer has been raging so long to get drained.' 'The knell has been ringing for a little child there,' added Mary; 'scarlatina, I believe--' �Downloaded once - Size : 527 Kb (RocketBook) 438 Kb (MsReader) 882 Kb (Softbook) 665 Kb (Mobipocket) 774 Kb (Acrobat) �- English
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Charlotte M. Yonge�- Two Penniless Princesses�- menorot
Another Classic converted by Phoenix-Library.org, full text included. The battlements of a castle were, in disturbed times, the only recreation-ground of the ladies and play-place of the young people. Dunbar Castle, standing on steep rocks above the North Sea, was not only inaccessible on that side, but from its donjon tower commanded a magnificent view, both of the expanse of waves, taking purple tints from the shadows of the clouds, with here and there a sail fleeting before the wind, and of the rugged headlands of the coast, point beyond point, the nearer distinct, and showing the green summits, and below, the tossing waves breaking white against the dark rocks, and the distance becoming more and more hazy, in spite of the bright sun which made a broken path of glory along the tossing, white-crested waters. The wind was a keen north-east breeze, and might have been thought too severe by any but the 'hardy, bold, and wild' children who were merrily playing on the top of the donjon tower, round the staff whence fluttered the double treasured banner with 'the ruddy lion ramped in gold' denoting the presence of the King. �Downloaded 3 times Size : 205 Kb (RocketBook) 217 Kb (MsReader) 388 Kb (Softbook) 276 Kb (Mobipocket) 320 Kb (Acrobat) �- English
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Yonge, Charlotte M.�- Prince and the Page, The�- phoenix
Another Classic converted by Phoenix-Library.org, full text included. «In these days of exactness even a child's historical romance must point to what the French term its pieces justficatives. We own that ours do not lie very deep. The picture of Simon de Montfort drawn by his wife's own household books, as quoted by Mrs. Everett Green in her Lives of the Princesses, and that of Edward I. in Carte's History, and more recently in the Greatest of the Plantagenets, furnished the two chief influences of the story.» �Downloaded 2 times Size : 200 Kb (RocketBook) 214 Kb (MsReader) 372 Kb (Softbook) 269 Kb (Mobipocket) 317 Kb (Acrobat) �- English
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