A gentleman, standing alone beside a marble fountain, turns with a start and looks at her. His face is handsome, eager, agitated. "Mrs. St. John," he says; then a strange constraint seems to
A gentleman, standing alone beside a marble fountain, turns with a start and looks at her. His face is handsome, eager, agitated. "Mrs. St. John," he says; then a strange constraint seems to
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 …
"Here, my man, take this," he said, putting the coins into the man's hand. "Why, this is too much, …
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