The Foxes of Harrow

by Frank Yerby

  She tore free at last, her lips poppy-red and swollen.

  “I’ll leave you,” she warned. “I’ll betray you! And there is still nothing. . . .”

  But he held her to him, breath-stopped, saying: “There is now, Ceclie. There is now!”

  “Yes,” she said, and her eyes were enormous, eclipsing her face, diamond-bright, tear-jeweled. “Yes, ‘Tienne! That’s all there is. Now.” Her lips, moving, made small flames inches from his bearded mouth. “Ah, yes—now. Now! Now, ‘Tienne! Now.”

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  Table of Contents

  The Foxes of Harrow

  Inside Front Flap

  Inside Rear Flap

  Also by . . .

  Title Page

  Copyright information

  Dedication

  Foreword

  I

  II

  III

  IV

  V

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  VII

  VIII

  IX

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  XII

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