Transcriber's Note: This book is actually His Guardian Angel; or, Wild Margaret by Charles Garvice.This edition was erroneously attributed to Geraldine Fleming, a house pseudonym usedby Street & Smith. See further notes at the end of the book for more information.
WILD MARGARET.
BY GERALDINE FLEMING.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I.
CHAPTER II.
CHAPTER III.
CHAPTER IV.
CHAPTER V.
CHAPTER VI.
CHAPTER VII.
CHAPTER VIII.
CHAPTER IX.
CHAPTER X.
CHAPTER XI.
CHAPTER XII.
CHAPTER XIII.
CHAPTER XIV.
CHAPTER XV.
CHAPTER XVI.
CHAPTER XVII.
CHAPTER XVIII.
CHAPTER XIX.
CHAPTER XX.
CHAPTER XXI.
CHAPTER XXII.
CHAPTER XXIII.
CHAPTER XXIV.
CHAPTER XXV.
CHAPTER XXVI.
CHAPTER XXVII.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
CHAPTER XXIX.
CHAPTER XXX.
CHAPTER XXXI.
CHAPTER XXXII.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
CHAPTER I.
When the train drew up at the small station of LeytonFerrers, which it did in the slowest and most lazy of fashions,two persons got out. One was a young girl, whoalighted from a third-class carriage, and who dragged outfrom under the seat a leather bag and a square parcelinstead of waiting for the porter, who was too muchengaged in light and pleasant conversation with the guard,to pay any attention to such small cattle as passengers.
The other person was a young man, who sauntered outof a first-class carriage, with a cigar in his lips, and hissoft traveling cap a little on one side, and with thatair which individuals who have been lucky enough to beborn with silver spoons in their mouths naturally acquire,or are endowed with. Standing on the platform, as if itand the whole Great South-Northern Railway system belongedto him, this young gentleman at last caught sightof the porter.
"Hi, porter!" he cal