Transcriber's Note: A table of chapters, not in the original text, has been inserted immediately preceding Chapter I. A small number of printing errors have been corrected. They are shown within the text with mouse-hover popups and are also listed in full at the end of the text. THE STORY |
Then out of the door came Jacob Dolph | Frontispiece |
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"I thumped him" | 14 |
"It's a monstrous great place for a country-house, Mr. Dolph" | 18 |
There was only one idea, and that was flight | 28 |
The light flickered on the top of the church spire | 31 |
(By F. Hopkinson Smith.) | |
They hesitated a second, looking at the great arm chair | 37 |
"Stay there, sir—you, sir, you, Jacob Dolph!" | 41 |
After awhile he began to take timorous strolls | 47 |
Jacob Dolph the elder ... stood on his hearth rug | 51 |
And then he marched off to bed by himself, suffering no one to go with him | 55 |
In quiet morning hours ... when his daughter sat at his feet | 77 |
"Mons'us gran dinneh, seh!" | 79 |
"All of a sudden, chock forward he went, right on his face" | 84 |
He heard the weak, spasmodic wail of another Dolph | 88 |
"Central American," said the clerk | 106 |
"Looks like his father," was Mr. Daw's comment | 109 |
O'Reagan of Castle Reagan | 118 |
"If it hadn't been for the Dolphs, devil the rattle you'd have had" | 120 |
"I know'd you'd take me in, Mist' Dolph," he panted | 131 |
"Have you got a nigger here?" | 133 |
Abram Van Riper makes a business communication. | 141 |
And so she set his necktie right, and he went | 144 |
Looking on his face, she saw death quietly coming upon him | 149 |
Finial | 152 |
THE STORY
OF A NEW YORK HOUSE.