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"Mamma, how pale and troubled you look. What ails you?" Mrs. St. John was crossing the threshold of the little cottage home that looked, oh, so poor and cheap after the stately brown-stone p
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"Mamma, how pale and troubled you look. What ails you?" Mrs. St. John was crossing the threshold of the little cottage home that looked, oh, so poor and cheap after the stately brown-stone p
A gentleman, standing alone beside a marble fountain, turns with a start and looks at her. His face is handsome, eager,…
On the deck of a noble steamer outward bound, Lora Mainwaring leaned upon her husband's arm and waved a fond farew…
Xenie St. John turned with a half-stifled shriek and looked at the daring intruder. She saw her enemy standing in the c…
Jack Mainwaring—for it was indeed himself—looked at his sister-in-law with a half-sarcastic smile. He had no love for L…
"Xenie, is that you? Are you just home from the ball?" Mrs. Carroll turned sleepily on her pillow and looked …
"Mrs. St. John, allow me to present to you Lord Dudley." Xenie turned with a languid smile and bowed to the t…
"My love, you are simply perfect. You look like a bride." Mrs. Carroll spoke enthusiastically, and her daught…
Howard did not know what to do: it seemed such a terrible thing to go back to Lora with bad tidings. Perhaps the shock …
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