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Lexy sat on the edge of the bed, her hands clasped loosely before her, her bright head bent, her eyes fixed somberly upon nothing; and she could see nothing—not one step of the way that lay ahead of h
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Lexy sat on the edge of the bed, her hands clasped loosely before her, her bright head bent, her eyes fixed somberly upon nothing; and she could see nothing—not one step of the way that lay ahead of h
After all, Lexy’s search for Charles Houseman was neither difficult nor heroic, except in intention. She found him in t…
If Lexy had not caught the unhappy woman, she would have fallen; but those sturdy young arms held her, and, with Mrs. R…
When she looked back upon the experiences of that dreadful night, it seemed to Lexy that both she and her companion dis…
They set off together down the village street. There was no one about at that hour. All Wyngate was partaking of its Su…
Mrs. Royce was very much pleased to see her pet, Miss Moran, return. She was well disposed toward Mr. Houseman, too, an…
“I don’t care!” said Lexy to herself. “I’ll come back!” She did not wish to have her bag sent after her. She packed it …
“Then you’re not going to do anything?” asked Lexy. “My dear Miss Moran, what in the world can I do?” returned Captain …
The clock struck eleven. Lexy glanced up from her book, in the vain hope that somebody would speak, would stir, would m…
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