A woman's soul

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The speaker was a young girl, who stood in the middle of the room, her hands clasped, her head bent forward, her eyes fixed in a dreamy rapture, and the remark was addressed to-...

It had all happened so suddenly that Doris sat for a moment staring at the motionless figure. Then the color forsook her face, and she sprang up with a cry, and looked round for...

Doris sped homeward, but, fast as she walked, her thoughts seemed to outrun her. Had she fallen asleep by the brook and dreamed it all? She could almost have persuaded herself t...

Cecil Viscount Neville rode off at a gallop at first, but presently he pulled the horse up into a walk, for he wanted to think. Something had happened besides his tumble that af...

The hour was approaching. Doris, still in her hat and jacket, sat in the tiny apartment behind the stage which served as her dressing-room. She was paler than usual, and her eye...

He had spent the greater part of the day looking for her, his disappointment growing hour by hour as he grew convinced that he should not find her; that he had lost her forever....

When Doris came down from her room the next morning, it did not seem as if the tremendous excitement of the preceding night had left any baleful effects. In her soft-white dress...

The new comer was a man apparently of middle age; I say apparently, because opinions on that subject were extremely conflicting. Some persons regarded Spenser Churchill as quite...

Lady Grace looked at him, with an expression of dislike and fear--actual fear. It displayed itself in every line of the fair, perfectly-formed face, in the expansion of her clea...

Lord Cecil Neville had asked her to meet him to-morrow. “I promise nothing!” she had said, and when she said it she fully meant that she would not come; and yet, now, as she wal...

At any other time Doris would have been alarmed at Jeffrey’s sudden outburst of rage, occasioned by the sight of the amiable-looking stranger in the box, but she could think of...

The ring was nowhere to be seen! Full of pain and remorse, Lord Cecil was obliged to admit to himself that it was gone beyond recovery; he might search for a week, a month, and...

The effect of this retort upon the marquis was fearful! His face, pale at all times, went livid, his eyes gleamed like ardent coals, his teeth came together with a click, and he...

Doris went home with her heart beating, every nerve throbbing with the thrill of a woman’s first love; and it was not until she had her hand upon the door that she fully realize...

Half an hour later Jeffrey was making his way along the footpath through the woods, his thin, bent figure throwing a fantastic shadow on the tree trunks, as he walked with his h...

“Doris!” The cry rang through the wood and reached the spot where Doris lay full length upon the bank like a crushed flower. For a moment she thought it was an invention of her...

Alone in the world! Lying back in a chair by the open window of the woodman’s cottage--for she could not bring herself to go back to the lodgings in Barton, where every inanimat...

Two days later, Mrs. Jelf brought Doris a letter. The envelope bore an elaborate crest, stamped in crimson and gold, and as she opened it, a faint perfume emanated from it.

Feeling as if the world were quite a new and different one, and she equally new and strange, Doris left Barton the following morning, Mrs. Jelf driving her to the station in a l...

“Yes--oh, yes! I didn’t mean to be offensive, but you must allow that people don’t generally go about making other people’s fortunes--that’s all. Pray proceed. I’m all impatienc...

It was the third day after Doris’ arrival, and they were sitting at breakfast in a small room, beautifully cool and shady, and furnished with an elaborate simplicity which, whil...

“Yes. Ah, my poor Percy!” he sighed. “Poor boy! He has suffered so much--so much! There should be sympathy between you two, my dear young lady, for he has known what it is to lo...

Lord Cecil Neville was a man of his word. He had pledged himself to remain in Ireland until the mission he had undertaken was completed, and he meant keeping his word, though hi...

It need scarcely be remarked that it is not usual for young ladies unattended to pay gentlemen visits at their chambers. Scandal is only too ready to seize upon the slightest ex...

“There is no place like Florence,” said Lady Despard, in her soft, languorous voice. “One gets tired of London, and Paris, and Venice! I always fancy, when I’m there, that I’m l...

This was the first phase of their relation; the second began during the second week of their Florentine life. She became conscious that his presence at the villa contributed not...

Doris’ own face grew a little paler as she looked at him, so haggard was his; and yet his pallor lent an added charm to his delicately-cut features and expressive, deeply-colore...

Doris went back to the house scarcely knowing whether she was awake or dreaming. Could it be possible that she had promised to be Percy Levant’s wife? She stood for a moment out...

On this occasion, at least, the society papers did not lie! Lord Cecil Neville and Lady Grace Peyton were engaged! If some marriages are made in Heaven, certainly some other mat...

The news spread, as such news will, and in a day or two all London knew, through the gossip-mongers and the society papers, that Lord Cecil Neville, the heir to the marquisate o...

The great marquis recovered consciousness by midday, but he lay very weak and silent, the keen, hard face looking like a mask carved in old ivory. Cecil Neville scarcely left hi...

Some men take a great deal of killing; the Marquis of Stoyle ought, according to medical rules and poetical justice, to have died out of hand; but he clung to life tenaciously,...

“Really, that was a very good idea of Mr. Spenser Churchill’s,” said Lady Despard, looking round her, as she leaned over the bridge which spans the river running sleepily down t...

“So the illustrious visitor turns out to be the great Marquis of Stoyle!” exclaimed Lady Despard, with a laugh of surprise. “The Marquis of Stoyle! And you have been leading him...

“What is it? What is the matter?” he inquired, agitatedly. “What have I said----” He broke down and began to cough and tremble, and the valet hurried to his side; but the old ma...

Heaven only knows what complexion Cecil’s thoughts took during the journey, but he was graver and grimmer than ever when he got down at the door of the villa to help his affianc...

Mr. Spenser Churchill had been having the very good time which a man might be expected to have who has had a magnificent palace with a host of obsequious servants placed at his...

“The marquis!” gasped Spenser Churchill, and he sank back, still staring at the haggard and wasted face, from which the piercing eyes glared down at him like ardent coals, with...

Lady Despard and Lord Cecil stood beside the marquis’ bed, at which, still holding the hand now slowly growing cold, Doris knelt. Death, whom the old man, with the stubborn obst...