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The Battle of the Strong: A Romance of Two Kingdoms — Volume 5
The Battle of the Strong: A Romance of Two Kingdoms — Volume 5
The Battle of the Strong: A Romance of Two Kingdoms — Volume 5
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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 dateFeb 5, 2016
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The Battle of the Strong: A Romance of Two Kingdoms — Volume 5
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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 Battle of the Strong - Gilbert Parker

    THE BATTLE OF THE STRONG: A ROMANCE OF TWO KINGDOMS — VOLUME 5

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    Gilbert Parker

    EPIC HOUSE PUBLISHERS

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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

    Volume 5.: CHAPTER XXXI

    CHAPTER XXXII

    CHAPTER XXXIII

    CHAPTER XXXIV

    CHAPTER XXXV

    CHAPTER XXXVI

    CHAPTER XXXVII

    CHAPTER XXXVIII

    The Battle of the Strong: A Romance of Two Kingdoms — Volume 5

    By

    Gilbert Parker

    The Battle of the Strong: A Romance of Two Kingdoms — Volume 5

    Published by Epic House Publishers

    New York City, NY

    First published circa 1932

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    VOLUME 5.: CHAPTER XXXI

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    WHEN RANULPH RETURNED TO HIS little house at St. Aubin’s Bay night had fallen. Approaching he saw there was no light in the windows. The blinds were not drawn, and no glimmer of fire came from the chimney. He hesitated at the door, for he instinctively felt that something must have happened to his father. He was just about to enter, however, when some one came hurriedly round the corner of the house.

    Whist, boy, said a voice; I’ve news for you. Ranulph recognised the voice as that of Dormy Jamais. Dormy plucked at his sleeve. Come with me, boy, said he.

    Come inside if you want to tell me something, answered Ranulph.

    Ah bah, not for me! Stone walls have ears. I’ll tell only you and the wind that hears and runs away.

    I must speak to my father first, answered Ranulph.

    Come with me, I’ve got him safe, Dormy chuckled to himself.

    Ranulph’s heavy hand dropped on his shoulder. What’s that you’re saying—my father with you! What’s the matter?

    As though oblivious of Ranulph’s hand Dormy went on chuckling.

    Whoever burns me for a fool ‘ll lose their ashes. Des monz a fous—I have a head! Come with me. Ranulph saw that he must humour the shrewd natural, so he said:

    Et ben, put your four shirts in five bundles and come along. He was a true Jerseyman at heart, and speaking to such as Dormy Jamais he used the homely patois phrases. He knew there was no use hurrying the little man, he would take his own time.

    There’s been the devil to pay, said Dormy as he ran towards the shore, his sabots going clac—clac, clac—clac. There’s been the devil to pay in St. Heliers, boy. He spoke scarcely above a whisper.

    Tcheche—what’s that? said Ranulph. But Dormy was not to uncover his pot of roses till his own time. That connetable’s got no more wit than a square bladed knife, he rattled on. But gache-a-penn, I’m hungry! And as he ran he began munching a lump of bread he took from his pocket.

    For the next five minutes they went on in silence. It was quite dark, and as they passed up Market Hill—called Ghost Lane because of the Good Little People who made it their highway—Dormy caught hold of Ranulph’s coat and trotted along beside him. As they went, tokens of the life within came out to them through doorway and window. Now it was the voice of a laughing young mother:

    And again:

    He knew the voice. It was that of a young wife of the parish of St. Saviour: married happily, living simply, given a frugal board, after the manner of her kind, and a comradeship for life. For the moment he felt little but sorrow for himself. The world seemed to be conspiring against him: the chorus of Fate was singing behind the scenes, singing of the happiness of others in sardonic comment on his own final unhappiness. Yet despite the pain of finality there was on

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