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A Chariot of Fire
A Chariot of Fire
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    A Chariot of Fire - Elizabeth Stuart Phelps

    Elizabeth Stuart Phelps

    A Chariot of Fire

    EAN 8596547350675

    DigiCat, 2022

    Contact: DigiCat@okpublishing.info

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    A CHARIOT OF FIRE

    ELIZABETH STUART PHELPS

    ILLUSTRATIONS

    A CHARIOT OF FIRE

    I'VE GOT TO GET TO GLOUCESTER, SIR!

    A CHARIOT OF FIRE

    Table of Contents

    BY

    ELIZABETH STUART PHELPS

    Table of Contents

    ILLUSTRATED

    HARPER & BROTHERS PUBLISHERS

    NEW YORK AND LONDON

    MCMX

    Copyright, 1905, 1910, by HARPER & BROTHERS

    Published October, 1910.

    Printed in the United States of America

    ILLUSTRATIONS

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    I've Got to Get to Gloucester, Sir!Frontispiece

    The Flowers in the Front Yard were Knee-Deep in Snow

    A CHARIOT OF FIRE

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    When the White Mountain express to Boston stopped at Beverly, it slowed op reluctantly, crashed off the baggage, and dashed on with the nervousness of a train that is unmercifully and unpardonably late.

    It was a September night, and the channel of home-bound summer travel was clogged and heaving.

    A middle-aged man—a plain fellow, who was one of the Beverly passengers—stood for a moment staring at the tracks. The danger-light from the rear of the onrushing train wavered before his eyes, and looked like a splash of blood that was slowly wiped out by the night. It was foggy, and the atmosphere clung like a sponge.

    No, he muttered, it's the other way. Batty's the other way.

    He turned, facing towards the branch road which carries the great current of North Shore life.

    How soon can I get to Gloucester? he demanded of one who brushed against him heavily. He who answered proved to be of the baggage staff, and was at that moment skilfully combining a frown and a whistle behind a towering truck; from this two trunks and a dress-suit case threatened to

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