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A Legacy Of Peril

Auhtor: William Murray Graydon

Language: english
Published: 1897

Genres:

adventure
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Review by Joanna Daneman, May 2009


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Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Summary of the Book 'A Legacy Of Peril':

A Legacy Of Peril by William Murray Graydon. An excerpt Digby Tryon shipping merchant of New York had departed this life suddenly. So the newspapers with eloquent expressions of regret for the city s loss had informed the public on the morning previous to that which witnesses the commencement of this narrative. For the benefit of such as did not read the news a streamer of crape fluttered from the business office down on Whitehall Slip--an office that still displayed on its front the weather-beaten sign-board of Tryon Tryon a relic of the days when father and son were active partners in the firm. There was crape also on the door of the merchant s residence in Pearl Street. A stately old house it was long standing and with tales to tell of hospitality shown alike to British officers and American patriots had its thick walls been able to speak. It was built of yellow Holland brick with five windows in front and a double pitched roof covered with tiles. In the rear was a garden full of trees and shrubbery that had once extended clear down to the river. But stop --the reader must bear in mind that I am writing of the year 1793 more than a century ago. At that time New York was a very tiny and quiet city as compared with its present grandeur and then Pearl Street stood for pretty much what Fifth Avenue is to-day--the home of the town s leading citizens.

Excerpts from the Book 'A Legacy Of Peril':


... on the field of battle. Then, when you have fulfilled the duty to the dead, and made all possible amends for my wrong-doing, return to America and ...
... and the enlisting of proper aid in your quest, I will see that you are well provided. You will take with you a passport signed by President Washington, ...
... by two red-capped soldiers with muskets and sabers. Stand aside. he cried harshly. Make room here. I'll have no nonsense, remember. Blockheads, ...
... and lonely country, they broke the stillness with a few commonplace remarks, and in reply to a question of Leslie's his companion declared that the presence ...
... hauled in a cart to the guillotine. Nothing can save me after I enter La Force. I have learned enough to know that. Men as innocent as I are being murdered ...
... reached and caught him. Leslie kept afloat with one hand, and fastened the other in the French lad's collar. Keep cool and don't struggle, he said. ...
... them sat an old man, sound asleep. His head and arms rested on a small table in front of him, and his legs were stretched under it. He looked to be ...
... shortly before-was now awake and on his feet. He made a weird and impressive picture in the glow of the lamplight, as he stared at Citizen Pintard ...
... what a mistake. exclaimed Leslie. Yes, a grave one it seems now, said the advocate. But to proceed. I arrived in Paris with my servant ...
... at the lad, heedless of his pleading. Their fingers were on the triggers, and Leslie's face grew writer [sic. But at this critical moment a commanding ...
... understand perfectly. Am I not the servant of the Republic. Good day, citizen.. The wicket clanged shut, leaving Leslie within and the soldiers without. ...
... out for a breath of fresh air. Of course, it will be known that you are here under my protection, and that fact will satisfy Alphonse le Clerc while ...
... the top floor of the apartment-house, only once or twice in that time venturing out by night for a stroll along the Seine. Left to himself all day, ...
... a false name, and he hires a room in this squalid quarter.. It is a strange case, said Leslie. Have you any idea what-. I have no clue ...
... Armand. Who knows. At all events, the murderer was a cunning fellow.. Ah, this Lagarde you spoke of. And who is he. What was his real name.. It ...
... and yelling incessantly. Leslie drew a little closer to Armand. I am surely lost, he said, loudly enough to be heard by his friend alone. ...
... Old Madcap and several others, and they began to clamor for the instant death of the prisoner, suggesting that he should be hung from one of his own windows. ...
... he fell back dead. So perish all aristocrats. exclaimed the spy, drawing the bed-curtains about the body. . Chapter Xxxv.CHAPTER XXXV. The light ...
... to say with directness and simplicity. Alphonse le Clerc repeated the story told him by the prisoner, dealing with the motive for the latter's journey ...
... how scornfully Jack would regard any such demonstration. I merely nodded my head,... >>read more<