UNDER FALSE PRETENCES.
[CHAPTER I. Prologue to the Story]
[CHAPTER II. BY THE LOCH.]
[CHAPTER III. HUGO LUTTRELL.]
[CHAPTER IV. IN THE TWILIGHT.]
[CHAPTER V. THE DEAD MAN'S TESTIMONY.]
[CHAPTER VI. MOTHER AND SON.]
[CHAPTER VII. A FAREWELL.]
[CHAPTER VIII. IN GOWER-STREET.]
[CHAPTER IX. ELIZABETH'S WOOING.]
[CHAPTER X. BROTHER DINO.]
[CHAPTER XI. ON A MOUNTAIN-SIDE.]
[CHAPTER XII. THE HEIRESS OF STRATHLECKIE.]
[CHAPTER XIII. SAN STEFANO.]
[CHAPTER XIV. THE PRIOR'S OPINION.]
[CHAPTER XV. THE VILLA VENTURI.]
[CHAPTER XVI. "WITHOUT A REFERENCE."]
[CHAPTER XVII. PERCIVAL'S HOLIDAY.]
[CHAPTER XVIII. THE MISTRESS OF NETHERGLEN.]
[CHAPTER XIX. A LOST LETTER.]
[CHAPTER XX. "MISCHIEF, THOU ART AFOOT."]
[CHAPTER XXI. A FLASK OF ITALIAN WINE.]
[CHAPTER XXII. BRIAN'S WELCOME.]
[CHAPTER XXIII. THE WISHING WELL.]
[CHAPTER XXIV. "GOOD-BYE."]
[CHAPTER XXV. A COVENANT.]
[CHAPTER XXVI. ELIZABETH'S CONFESSION.]
[CHAPTER XXVII. PERCIVAL'S OWN WAY.]
[CHAPTER XXVIII. A REVELATION.]
[CHAPTER XXIX. CHAPTER XXIX.]
[CHAPTER XXX. FRIENDS AND BROTHERS.]
[CHAPTER XXXI. ACCUSER AND ACCUSED.]
[CHAPTER XXXII. RETRIBUTION.]
[CHAPTER XXXIII. WHAT PERCIVAL KNEW.]
[CHAPTER XXXIV. PERCIVAL'S ATONEMENT.]
[CHAPTER XXXV. DINO'S HOME-COMING.]
[CHAPTER XXXVI. BY LAND AND SEA.]
[CHAPTER XXXVII. WRECKED.]
[CHAPTER XXXVIII. ON THE ROCAS REEF.]
[CHAPTER XXXIX. BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH.]
[CHAPTER XL. KITTY.]
[CHAPTER XLI. KITTY'S FRIENDS.]
[CHAPTER XLII. A FALSE ALARM.]
[CHAPTER XLIII. TRAPPED.]
[CHAPTER XLIV. HUGO'S VICTORY.]
[CHAPTER XLV. TOO LATE!]
[CHAPTER XLVI. A MERE CHANCE.]
[CHAPTER XLVII. FOUND.]
[CHAPTER XLVIII. ANGELA.]
[CHAPTER XLIX. KITTY'S WARNING.]
[CHAPTER L. MRS. LUTTRELL'S ROOM.]
[CHAPTER LI. A LAST CONFESSION.]
[CHAPTER LII. "THE END CROWNS ALL, AND THAT IS YET TO COME."]
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CHAPTER I.
Prologue to the Story.
In Two Parts.
I.
It was in the year 1854 that an English gentleman named Edward Luttrell took up his abode in a white-walled, green-shuttered villa on the slopes of the western Apennines. He was accompanied by his wife (a Scotchwoman and an heiress), his son (a fine little fellow, five years old), and a couple of English servants. The party had been travelling in Italy for some months, and it was the heat of the approaching summer, as well as the delicate state of health in which Mrs. Luttrell found herself, that induced Mr. Luttrell to seek out some pleasant house amongst the hills where his wife and child might enjoy cool breezes and perfect repose. For he had lately had reason to be seriously concerned about Mrs. Luttrell's health.
The husband and wife were as unlike each other as they well could be. Edward Luttrell was a broad-shouldered, genial, hearty man, warmly affectionate, hasty in word, generous in deed. Mrs. Luttrell was a woman of peculiarly cold manners; but she was capable, as many members of her household knew, of violent fits of temper and also of implacable resentment. She was not an easy woman to get on with, and if her husband had not been a man of very sweet and pliable nature, he might not have lived with her on such peaceful terms as was generally the case. She had inherited a great Scotch estate from her father, and Edward Luttrell was almost entirely dependent upon her; but it was not a dependence which seemed to gall him in the very least. Perhaps he would have been unreasonable if it had done so; for his wife, in spite of all her faults, was tenderly attached to him, and never loved him better than when he asserted his authority over her and her possessions.
Mr. and Mrs. Luttrell had not been at their pretty white villa for more than two months when a second son was born to them. He was baptized almost immediately by an English clergyman then passing through the place, and received the name of Brian. He was a delicate-looking baby, but seemed likely to live and do well. Mrs. Luttrell's recovery was unusually rapid; the soft Italian air suited her constitution, and she declared her intention of nursing the child herself.