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OLYMPI A.

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THE PICCADILLY NOVELS.

POPULAR STORIES BY THE BEST AUTHORS.

With Illustrations by Sir John Gilbert. George Du Maurier, W. Small, A. HopKins, S. L. Films, Henry Woods, Sydney Hall, Moyr Smith, J. Mahoney, and others.

My Little < James Rio

READY-MONEY MORTIBOY. By Walter Besant and James Rice.

The Golden Butterfly. By Walter Besant and James Rice.

With Harp Ano Crown. By Walter Besant and James Rice.

This 8on Of Vuloan. By Walter Besant and James Rice.

: GIRL. By Walter Besant and lice.

The Case Of Mr. Lucraft. By Walter Besant and James Rice.

Anton I Na. By Wilhie Collins.

BasIL. By Wilhie Collins.

Hide And Seek. By Wilhie Collins.

The Dead Secret. By Wilhie Collins.

Queen Of Hearts. By Wilhie Collins.

My Miscellanies. By Wilhie Collins.

The Woman In WhITE. By Wilhie Collins.

The Moonstone. By Wilhie Collins.

MAN And Wife. By Wilhie Collins.

POOR Miss Finch. By Wilhie Collins.

Miss Or Mrs? By Wilhie Collins.

The New Magdalen. By Wilhie Collins.

The FROZEN Deep. By Wilhie Collins.

The Law And The Lady. By Wilhie

Collins. The Two Destinies. By Wilhie Collins. Felicia By M. Bctham-Edwards. OLYMPIA. By R. E. Francillon. UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE. By

Thomas Hardy.

FATED TO BE FREE. By Jean Ingelow.

The QUEEN OF Connaught. By Harriett Jay.

The Dark Colleen. By Harriett Jay PATRICIA KEMBALL By E. Lynn Linton.

The Atonement Of Leam Dundas. By E. Lynn Linton.

The Evil Eye. By K. S. Macquoid. Number Seventeen. By Henry Kingsley. OAKShOTT Castle. By Henry Kingsley. Dear Lady Disdain. Byjustin McCarthy. My Enemy's Daughter. By Justin McCarthy.

The Waterdale Neighbours. Byjustin
McCarthy.

LINLEY ROChFORD. By Justin McCarthy.
A Fair Saxon. By Justin McCarthy.
Open Sesame I By Florence Marryat.
Whiteladies. - By Mrs. Oliphant.
The Best Of Husbands. By James Payn.
Fallen Fortunes. By James Payn.
WALTER'S Word. By James Payn.
Halves By James Payn.
What He Cost Her. By James Payn.
Her Mother's Darling. By Mrs. J. H.
Riddell.

ThE WAY WE LIVE NOW. By Anthony
Trollope.

Diamond Cut Diamond. By T. A. Trollope.

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Guy^vjaterman. By John Saunders.

One Against The World. By John Saunders.

The Lion In ThE PATh. By John Saunders.

CHATTO AND WIND US, PICCADILLY, W.

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OLYMPIA.

PART L—CLOTHO.
jprdogue.

THE BLACK PBINCE, FIREFLY, AND THE DANCING BEAB.

Julian.—How fresh, how cool, how bracing comes the breeze
Tis life again!

Victor.—True; it is life indeed—
As fresh as sorrow, and as cold as hearts,
And hungry as the winds of Liberty.

The great gate closed behind him, and he was a free man. Though he stood on English soil, and though it was English air he drew, freedom was none the less a distinction in that especial corner of English soil, and in that especial quarter of sea-blown English air. There, men born in Africa or in Virginia might become free, but men born in Britain became slaves. It was a bleak and barren headland, almost but not quite an island, held to the mainland by a long and slender isthmus like a vast ship at her moorings. In olden times it might have been selected for the site of a monastery as appropriately as Mount Athos; in these later days it so far resembled the site of a monastery that the bulk of its inhabitants lived in a huge building of stone apart from their fellow-creatures, wore a distinctive dress, submitted to a strict discipline, underwent frequent penance, continual mortification, and regnlar religious exercise, and practically observed the vows of obedience, poverty, and abstinence from all the pleasures of the world. Only their ruler, instead of being called Abbot, was entitled Governor, and the rule they followed was neither of Bernard nor of Benedict, but of the statute law of England.

The man behind whose back the great gate swung and clanged had just been released from his vows. He was no longer the slave of the State, and could call his hands his own. He no longer wore the hideous conventual garb of parti-coloured flannel—that sorriest of motley—but an old suit of grey cloth

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