Daughters of Belgravia; vol. 2 of 3

Her attire is of virgin white, not flowing in undulating waves of Indian muslin, or ornamented by tucks _à l’enfant_, but falling in severe satin-like folds round her beautifull...

“I have hidden my soul out of sight and said Let none take pity upon thee. None Comfort thy crying--for lo! thou art dead. Lie still now, safe out of the sight of the sun; Have...

“What the years mean--how time dies, and is not slain, How love grows, and laughs, and cries and wanes again, These were things she came to know and take the measure, When her p...

“You loved me, and you loved me not A little, much, and over much; Will you forget, as I forgot? Let all dead things lie dead--such Are not soft to touch.”

“But you! If you saw with your soul what man am I, You would praise me at least that my soul all through Clove to you--loathing the lives that lie. The souls and lips that are b...

“Just be careful who mounts that chesnut to-day, Hargreaves,” Challen, the riding-master, says, pausing on his way at the door of the stable, and passing a keen glance over the...

Zai leans against the casement, idly toying with a spray of deep red roses she has just plucked from the trails that cover the wall hard by. She is very pale, and dark shadows u...

“Let this be said between us here, One love grows green when one turns grey, This year knows nothing of last year, To-morrow has no more to say to yesterday.”

When Lady Beranger and her party enter a large stage-box and settle themselves noiselessly in their seats, the first act of ‘Hearts _versus_ Diamonds’ has begun, and the big bas...

THE HEIR PRESUMPTIVE. THE HEART OF JANE WARNER. UNDER THE LILIES AND ROSES. MY OWN CHILD. HER WORLD AGAINST A LIE. PEERESS AND PLAYER. FACING THE FOOTLIGHTS. MY SISTER THE ACTRESS.