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The Danvers Jewels , by Mary Cholmondeley. This novel, first published anonymously, was so cleverly told that it excited much interest in the unknown author. In ‘The Danvers Jewels’ Colonel Middleton relates the adventures of a bag of priceless jewels, which he is commissioned to carry from India to England, to Sir John Danvers’s heir, Ralph Danvers…

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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

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The Danvers Jewels

by

Mary Cholmondeley

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Chapter 1.

Chapter 2.

Chapter 3.

Chapter 4.

Chapter 5.

Chapter 6.

Chapter 7.

Chapter 8.

Chapter 9.

Chapter 10

Chapter 11.

Chapter 12.

Chapter 13.

Conclusion.

TO MY SISTER “DI” I AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATE THE STORY WHICH SHE HELPED ME TO WRITE

Chapter 1.

I was on the point of leaving India and returning to England when he sent for me. At least, to be accurate—and I am always accurate—I was not quite on the point, but nearly, for I was going to start by the mail on the following day. I had been up to Government House to take my leave a few days before, but Sir John had been too ill to see me, or at least he had said he was. And now he was much worse—dying, it seemed, from all accounts; and he had sent down a native servant in the noon-day heat with a note, written in his shaking old hand, begging me to come up as soon as it became cooler. He said he had a commission which he was anxious I should do for him in England.

Of course I went. It was not very convenient, because I had to borrow one of our fellows’ traps, as I had sold my own, and none of them had the confidence in my driving which I had myself. I was also obliged to leave the packing of my collection of Malay