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<div class="figcenter"><SPAN name="Frontispiece" id= "Frontispiece"></SPAN> <SPAN href="images/001.jpg"><ANTIMG src= "images/001.jpg" width-obs="45%" alt="" title="" /></SPAN><br/> <b>It was his great arms that lifted her feather-weight with<br/> extraordinary sureness and gentleness. (<i><SPAN href="#page165">See
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<h1>JAFFERY</h1>
<h3>BY</h3>
<h2>WILLIAM J. LOCKE</h2>
<div class="center">ILLUSTRATIONS BY<br/>
F. MATANIA<br/>
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NEW YORK: JOHN LANE COMPANY<br/>
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1915<br/>
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Press of<br/>
J.J. Little & Ives Company<br/>
New York, U.S.A.</div>
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<h2>TO MY WIFE</h2>
<p>This book on which it has pleased you to bestow your especial
affection I dedicate to you with my love. It is a memory of many
happy hours and many dreams that we have shared.</p>
<p>You remember how it was begun, one spring morning two years ago,
with the opening scene of the first chapter gay before my eyes as I
wrote. You remember the excitement of ending it before the
Christmas of 1913; so that we could start with free consciences,
early in the New Year, on our Egyptian journey.</p>
<p><i>C'est bien loin, tout cela</i>! War overtook it in its serial
course; and now, in book form, it must go out to the world as an
expression of the moods and fancies almost of a past
incarnation.</p>
<p>These dream figures with whom we delighted, like children, to
people our home, are now replaced by other guests tragically real,
as big-hearted as those most loved of our shadow-folk. Yet
sometimes they seem still to live. . . . While correcting the final
proofs we have been tempted to modify the end, to bring the story
of Jaffery more or less up to date; but we have felt that any
addition would be out of key, so far are we from that happy
Christmastide when, in gaiety of heart, I wrote the last words.</p>
<p>Yet we know, you and I, that Jaffery Chayne is even now over
there, across the Channel; no longer writing of war, but doing his
soldier's work in the thick of it, like a gallant gentleman. And
don't you feel that one day he will come again and we shall hear
his mighty voice thundering across the lawn. . . ?</p>
<p>W.J.L.</p>
<h2>CONTENTS</h2>
<div class="center"><SPAN href="#CHAPTER_I"><b>CHAPTER I</b></SPAN><br/>
<SPAN href="#CHAPTER_II"><b>CHAPTER II</b></SPAN><br/>
<SPAN href="#CHAPTER_III"><b>CHAPTER III</b></SPAN><br/>
<SPAN href="#CHAPTER_IV"><b>CHAPTER IV</b></SPAN><br/>
<SPAN href="#CHAPTER_V"><b>CHAPTER V</b></SPAN><br/>
<SPAN href="#CHAPTER_VI"><b>CHAPTER VI</b></SPAN><br/>
<SPAN href="#CHAPTER_VII"><b>CHAPTER VII</b></SPAN><br/>
<SPAN href="#CHAPTER_VIII"><b>CHAPTER VIII</b></SPAN><br/>
<SPAN href="#CHAPTER_IX"><b>CHAPTER IX</b></SPAN><br/>
<SPAN href="#CHAPTER_X"><b>CHAPTER X</b></SPAN><br/>
<SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XI"><b>CHAPTER XI</b></SPAN><br/>
<SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XII"><b>CHAPTER XII</b></SPAN><br/>
<SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XIII"><b>CHAPTER XIII</b></SPAN><br/>
<SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XIV"><b>CHAPTER XIV</b></SPAN><br/>
<SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XV"><b>CHAPTER XV</b></SPAN><br/>
<SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XVI"><b>CHAPTER XVI</b></SPAN><br/>
<SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XVII"><b>CHAPTER XVII</b></SPAN><br/>
<SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XVIII"><b>CHAPTER XVIII</b></SPAN><br/>
<SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XIX"><b>CHAPTER XIX</b></SPAN><br/>
<SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XX"><b>CHAPTER XX</b></SPAN><br/>
<SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XXI"><b>CHAPTER XXI</b></SPAN><br/>
<SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XXII"><b>CHAPTER XXII</b></SPAN><br/>
<SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XXIII"><b>CHAPTER XXIII</b></SPAN><br/>
<SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XXIV"><b>CHAPTER XXIV</b></SPAN><br/>
<SPAN href="#CHAPTER_XXV"><b>CHAPTER XXV</b></SPAN></div>
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WILLIAM J. LOCKE<br/>
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every year, selected from<br/>
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