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John Keble's Parishes: A History of Hursley and Otterbourne

John Keble's Parishes: A History of Hursley and Otterbourne

Charlotte M. Yonge's novels helped spread the influence of the Oxford Movement, while exploring many genres of fiction. Her novel 'The Heir of Redclyffe' was one of the great financial successes of the Victorian era, tantalising readers with the story of the Byronic Guy Morville. Yonge's success enabled her to donate large amounts of her royalties to missionary work.  For the first time in publishing history, this comprehensive eBook presents Yonge's complete novels, with numerous illustrations, rare texts, informative introductions and the usual Delphi bonus material. (Version 1)Beautifully illustrated with images relating to Yonge's life and worksOriginal introductions to the major novelsALL 53 novels, with individual contents tablesMany rare novels appear here for the first time in digital publishing, including ASTRAY, Yonge's collaborative novelImages of how the books were first published, giving your eReader a taste of the original textsExcellent formatting of the textsMany novels are fully illustrated with their original artworkA range of short fiction, available in no other collection, including THE CHRISTMAS MUMMERSIncludes Yonge's rare play – first time in digital printFeatures a comprehensive selection of Yonge's non-fiction - spend hours exploring the author's varied worksAlso provides a bonus biography - discover Yonge's literary lifeScholarly ordering of texts into chronological order and literary genresPlease visit delphiclassics.com to browse through our range of exciting titles and download your FREE copy of 'The Heir of Redclyffe' from our Yonge product page.CONTENTS:The NovelsABBEYCHURCHSCENES AND CHARACTERSTHE RAILROAD CHILDRENHENRIETTA'S WISHKENNETHLANGLEY SCHOOLTHE TWO GUARDIANSTHE HEIR OF REDCLYFFETHE CASTLE BUILDERSHEARTSEASETHE LITTLE DUKETHE LANCES OF LYNWOODTHE DAISY CHAINBEN SYLVESTER'S WORDDYNEVOR TERRACEFRIARSWOOD POST OFFICEHOPES AND FEARSTHE PIGEON PIETHE STOKESLEY SECRETTHE YOUNG STEPMOTHERCOUNTESS KATETHE TRIALTHE CLEVER WOMAN OF THE FAMILYTHE DOVE IN THE EAGLE'S NESTTHE PRINCE AND THE PAGETHE SIX CUSHIONSTHE CHAPLET OF PEARLSTHE CAGED LIONLITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBETHE PILLARS OF THE HOUSELADY HESTERMY YOUNG ALCIDESTHE THREE BRIDESUNKNOWN TO HISTORYSTRAY PEARLSTHE ARMOURER'S PRENTICESNUTTIE'S FATHERTHE TWO SIDES OF THE SHIELDMAGNUM BONUMLOVE AND LIFECHANTRY HOUSEASTRAYA MODERN TELEMACHUSUNDER THE STORMBEECHCROFT AT ROCKSTONEA REPUTED CHANGELINGTHE LONG VACATIONTWO PENNILESS PRINCESSESTHAT STICKGRISLY GRISELLTHE CARBONELSTHE HERD BOY AND HIS HERMITMODERN BROODSThe Shorter FictionTHE CHRISTMAS MUMMERSA BOOK OF GOLDEN DEEDS OF ALL TIMES AND ALL LANDSAUNT CHARLOTTE'S STORIES OF GREEK HISTORY FOR THE LITTLE ONESSOWING AND SEWINGMORE BYWORDSThe PlayTHE APPLE OF DISCORDThe Non-FictionPIONEERS AND FOUNDERSYOUNG FOLKS' HISTORY OF ENGLANDYOUNG FOLKS' HISTORY OF ROMELIFE OF JOHN COLERIDGE PATTESONHISTORY OF FRANCECAMEOS FROM ENGLISH HISTORYOLD TIMES AT OTTERBOURNELADY GEORGIANA FULLERTON. MRS. STRETTON. ANNE. MANNINGTHE CHOSEN PEOPLEJOHN KEBLE'S PARISHESThe BiographyCHARLOTTE MARY YONGE by Edith SichelPlease visit delphiclassics.com to browse through our range of exciting titles or to purchase this eBook as a Parts Edition of individual eBooks
From Pawn To Queen: A Love Story

From Pawn To Queen: A Love Story

The acceptance letter from Atheria Art Academy was heavy in my hands, promising a future I' d dreamed of with my childhood friends, Jake and Noah. We all got in, scholarships secured. But then, Jake' s smile faltered. He and Noah dropped a bombshell: they weren' t going to Atheria; they were choosing community college, all for the new girl, Emily, who' d appeared just months ago. "It' s because of Emily," Jake stated, his voice filled with a righteousness that grated on my nerves. "She needs us. She' s going to Northwood, so we' re going with her." I wanted to scream, to shake them, but then shimmering, golden letters appeared before my eyes, a phantom message only I could see: "If the supporting character continues to hinder, the male leads will design to lose her scholarship documents. She will then fall down the stairs while looking for them, resulting in permanent leg paralysis, spending the rest of her life in a wheelchair." More words appeared: "She deserves it! Anyone who obstructs the plot will face consequences!" The world spun. Supporting character? Male leads? This was a cheap novel come to life, and I was slated for paralysis. My blood ran cold, the words I was about to say dying on my lips. They weren't just making a stupid choice; they were agents of a predetermined, horrifying destiny. My family had given them everything, treated them like sons, and this was their repayment? Becoming pawns who would see me crippled? No. I refused. I choked down the bitter taste of betrayal and forced a calm over my face. "If you' ve made up your minds, then go to community college." They looked surprised, then relieved, completely missing the quiet fury in my eyes. They thought they were choosing a different path. They had no idea they had just chosen to walk off a cliff.
Seventeen Again: The Day Everything Changed

Seventeen Again: The Day Everything Changed

I died peacefully in my eighties, only to shockingly wake up seventeen again, still in my childhood bedroom. It was college application day, and everything felt eerily familiar, especially my lifelong dream with best friend Jack and boyfriend Kevin: Princeton, shared dorms, and a future intertwined. But the comfort shattered an instant later. Kevin and Jack, my supposed "constants," calmly announced they were ditching the Ivy League. Their new plan? State University, staying local, all to "support" Brittany, the head cheerleader—a non-entity in my previous life—who claimed her family was in crisis. The betrayal hit like a physical blow. Suddenly, my meticulously organized SAT notes, the very tools of *my* ambition, were handed over to Brittany without a second thought. They paraded her scores, reveling in *her* success, while publicly dismissing my shock and mocking my sudden declaration of choosing UC Berkeley. At the graduation party, they treated Brittany like royalty, their arms around her, their attention solely hers, while I became an irrelevant outsider. The yearbook, a symbol of our unbreakable bond, bore their dismissive scrawls, cementing my abandonment. How could the boys who were my rocks, my future, obliterate *our* shared dream for someone they barely knew? Why did their chivalry translate into such a profound betrayal of me? The sheer injustice and confusion were a cold knot in my stomach. But I wouldn't let their misplaced heroism define me. No longer the girl who silently absorbed their choices, I clutched my Berkeley acceptance, booked a one-way flight, and definitively chose my own destiny. This time, I was playing for myself.
When Envy Destroys Her Empire

When Envy Destroys Her Empire

My scholarship, my future, everything I' d worked for, was hanging by a thread. It all started innocently enough, just another day buried in academic articles at the university cafeteria. That is, until Brittany, a campus influencer I barely knew, slammed a tray on my table and demanded I pay for her twenty-dollar lunch because her card was declined. When I politely refused, her perfectly made-up face twisted, and she snarled, "You' ll regret this." I dismissed it as an empty threat, a petty outburst from someone used to always getting her way. But I was catastrophically wrong. The next morning, her revenge hit like a wrecking ball. She' d posted a picture of me online, concocting a wildly elaborate story claiming I was a "creepy stalker" fixated on her, who then became "aggressive and hostile" when confronted. The comments section exploded, full of strangers condemning me, my university peers quickly judging me guilty without question. The "serious matter" my advisor wanted to discuss was suddenly terrifyingly clear. My scholarship, my reputation, my entire future was being threatened by a baseless lie, fueled by an angry online mob. How could a simple refusal to buy someone lunch spiral into a campus-wide witch hunt? And how could I possibly fight back against an accusation that was not only false, but had already gone viral? Standing in front of Professor Davies and the Dean, my life on the line, I had to come up with something, anything, to prove the truth. And then, it hit me-a flicker of hope, a long shot… the cafeteria' s security camera.
Ivy League, Interrupted

Ivy League, Interrupted

I was Chloe, the Ashtons' beloved adopted daughter for eighteen perfect years, secure in my identity as I eagerly awaited SATs and an Ivy League future. But then came the dream: a chilling premonition of a stranger, Olivia, claiming my parents, sabotaging my SATs, and tearing my world apart. I woke up terrified, dismissing it as stress. Until that evening, the doorbell rang. There she was. Olivia. Tearful, shaky, telling Mom and Dad Ashton, "I think you're my mother." My blood ran cold. Just like the dream, she settled in, a constant, unsettling presence. To my parents, she was perfect. To me, her eyes were cold, filled with malicious glee. She whispered lies, implying my life should have been hers, painting my biological family as poor and neglectful. She tried to sabotage my SATs, disabling my alarms and offering tainted food, and even snatched my cherished locket from my neck. A terrible feeling washed over me as the dream unfolded, every detail unnervingly accurate. How could this be happening? Why was she so bent on destroying me? It wasn't just unfair; it felt supernatural. But through my dread, a strange clarity emerged: this wasn't just a nightmare. It was a warning. I remembered dream-Olivia, the one who smiled as my world crumpled. This time, I wouldn't let it happen. Armed with foresight, I wouldn't just survive; I would fight back. I knew this was just the beginning, but I also knew exactly how to change the ending.