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Sybil Chase
Sybil Chase
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER I. THE BRIDLE-PATH.
CHAPTER II. A FACE FROM THE PAST.
CHAPTER III. HUSBAND AND WIFE.
CHAPTER IV. TWO CONFEDERATES, IN COUNCIL.
CHAPTER V. A SHORT RIDE AND A LONG WALK.
CHAPTER VI. THE WELCOME THAT AWAITS RALPH HINCHLEY.
CHAPTER VII. ARRIVAL OF THE GUEST.
CHAPTER VIII. THE GAMBLER'S FATE.
CHAPTER IX. A CANTER AND A FALL.
CHAPTER X. THE GAME AT CHESS.
CHAPTER XI. THE FEMALE IAGO.
CHAPTER XII. MOTHER AND DAUGHTER.
CHAPTER XIII. HIGHCLIFF.
CHAPTER XIV. THE JAIL.
CHAPTER XV. THE DUEL.
CHAPTER XVI. THE BATTERY.
CHAPTER XVII. THE VALLEY RANCHE.
A small valley cutting through a range of mountains in California—a green oasis that looked strange and picturesque in the midst of that savage scenery. The cliffs rose in a solid wall on one side to the height of many hundred feet. Dwarfed fir-trees and dead cedars were scattered along the summit, stretching up their gaunt limbs and adding to the lonely grandeur of the scene. Great masses of broken rocks, which, in some conflict of the elements, had been wrenched from their bed, projected from the rifted precipices and lay in great moss-covered boulders in the lap of the valley. On the southeastern side a break in the heart of the cliffs was covered with thrifty verdure, and, over the rocks that obstructed it, a mountain torrent rushed thundering into the valley, dividing that cradle of verdure in the middle, and abruptly disappearing through another gorge, breaking to the open country somewhat lower down, where it plunged over a second precipice with the sound of distant artillery.
Just above the spot where this mountain stream cut the valley in twain, a collection of huts, tents and rickety frame houses composed one of those new villages that are so often found in a frontier country, and half a mile above stood a small ranche, with its long, low-roofed dwelling half buried in heavy vines that clambered up the rude cedar pillars of the veranda, and crept in leafy masses along the roof. Beyond this, great oaks sheltered the dwelling, and the precipice that loomed behind it was broken with rifts of verdure, which saved this portion of the valley from the savage aspect of the mountains lower down.
CHAPTER I. THE BRIDLE-PATH.
CHAPTER II. A FACE FROM THE PAST.
CHAPTER III. HUSBAND AND WIFE.
CHAPTER IV. TWO CONFEDERATES, IN COUNCIL.
CHAPTER V. A SHORT RIDE AND A LONG WALK.
CHAPTER VI. THE WELCOME THAT AWAITS RALPH HINCHLEY.
CHAPTER VII. ARRIVAL OF THE GUEST.
CHAPTER VIII. THE GAMBLER'S FATE.
CHAPTER IX. A CANTER AND A FALL.
CHAPTER X. THE GAME AT CHESS.
CHAPTER XI. THE FEMALE IAGO.
CHAPTER XII. MOTHER AND DAUGHTER.
CHAPTER XIII. HIGHCLIFF.
CHAPTER XIV. THE JAIL.
CHAPTER XV. THE DUEL.
CHAPTER XVI. THE BATTERY.
CHAPTER XVII. THE VALLEY RANCHE.
A small valley cutting through a range of mountains in California—a green oasis that looked strange and picturesque in the midst of that savage scenery. The cliffs rose in a solid wall on one side to the height of many hundred feet. Dwarfed fir-trees and dead cedars were scattered along the summit, stretching up their gaunt limbs and adding to the lonely grandeur of the scene. Great masses of broken rocks, which, in some conflict of the elements, had been wrenched from their bed, projected from the rifted precipices and lay in great moss-covered boulders in the lap of the valley. On the southeastern side a break in the heart of the cliffs was covered with thrifty verdure, and, over the rocks that obstructed it, a mountain torrent rushed thundering into the valley, dividing that cradle of verdure in the middle, and abruptly disappearing through another gorge, breaking to the open country somewhat lower down, where it plunged over a second precipice with the sound of distant artillery.
Just above the spot where this mountain stream cut the valley in twain, a collection of huts, tents and rickety frame houses composed one of those new villages that are so often found in a frontier country, and half a mile above stood a small ranche, with its long, low-roofed dwelling half buried in heavy vines that clambered up the rude cedar pillars of the veranda, and crept in leafy masses along the roof. Beyond this, great oaks sheltered the dwelling, and the precipice that loomed behind it was broken with rifts of verdure, which saved this portion of the valley from the savage aspect of the mountains lower down.
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