Miracle Gold (Vol. 3 of 3)

Miracle Gold (Vol. 3 of 3)

Richard Dowling

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MIRACLE GOLD.

New Novels at the Libraries.

* * *

MARVEL. By the Author of "Molly Bawn." 3 vols.

FOR FREEDOM. By TIGHE HOPKINS. 2 vols.

MOLLY'S STORY; a Family History. 3 vols.

AN ADVENTURESS. 2 vols.

LADY STELLA AND HER LOVER. 3 vols.

ONE MAID'S MISCHIEF. By G. M. FENN. 3 vols.

UNCLE BOB'S NIECE. By LESLIE KEITH. 3 vols.

A VOICE IN THE WILDERNESS. By C. FOTHERGILL. 3 vols.

* * *

WARD & DOWNEY, PUBLISHERS, LONDON.

MIRACLE GOLD.

A Novel.

BY

RICHARD DOWLING,

AUTHOR OF

"The Mystery of Killard," "The Weird Sisters,"

"Tempest Driven," "Under St. Paul's," &c.

IN THREE VOLUMES.

VOL. III.

LONDON:

WARD AND DOWNEY,

12, YORK STREET, COVENT GARDEN, W.C.

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