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Falltime was well gone for the year. Yet in the rigors of winter a flower came to bloom in the heart of Dolores Trent. Petal-soft had opened the peace of her to-day. Warm-hued glowed the hope of to-mo
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Falltime was well gone for the year. Yet in the rigors of winter a flower came to bloom in the heart of Dolores Trent. Petal-soft had opened the peace of her to-day. Warm-hued glowed the hope of to-mo
“ And the sun became as sackcloth of hair and the moon became as blood; and the stars of heaven fell unto the earth, ev…
Wrath had burned the bonds of John Cabot’s hard-learned constraint. A fury of resentment over the subjection of Dolores…
Early as she dared that forenoon, Dolores had sought audience with the King. From calculation new to her, she had array…
Soft as the light shed from Beyond, a breeze blew over the inner fields of Elysium. Soft also was the whispered gratitu…
It was “afterward.” There could be no doubt of that. His Highness, so far as Dolores was concerned, had retired into on…
Day lifts from her couch of mists to awaken betimes the Sea, her slumbering lord. Last evening he had ordered her from …
For minutes after the lights had flashed over The Devil’s Own, the two in the royal box sat gazing at the flat silver s…
“ A woman clothed with the sun, and the moon under her feet and upon her head a crown of twelve stars. And she, being w…
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