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The Stolen Sovereigns


AN ENGLISH STORY


When I was sixteen years of age, I was sent for a couple of years’ superior polishing, to an establishment for young ladies, kept by a very distinguished lady whom I will call Mrs. Furnival.

Mrs. Furnival prided herself on receiving pupils of the first-class only, and of educating them in such first-rate style as to render them polished ornaments of the most fashionable drawing-rooms on passing from her school-rooms. The horror of her life was not ignorance, but gaucherie; the object of all her teaching not so much wisdom as elegance. To be awkward or vulgar was, in Mrs. Furnival’s eyes, almost criminal.

We naturally took kindly to life at Maldon Lodge, and I think there were none who looked forward with any eagerness to the time of leaving school.

A rebel, however, found her way into the orderly ranks of Mrs. Funival’s young ladies—a daring little rebel of seventeen, fresh from the wilds of Australia, the daughter of some distinguished person out there, and the heiress, we were told, of an almost fabulous fortune.

I remember her well, in spite of this lapse of years: I remember vividly every… Read More