The fatal three, vol. III

Monsieur Leroy was interested in his visitor, and in nowise hastened her departure. He led her through the garden of the asylum, anxious that she should see that sad life of the...

George Greswold succumbed to Fate. He had done all he could do in the way of resistance. He had appealed against his wife’s decision; he had set love against principle or prejud...

The villa was built on a ledge of ground between the road and the sea. There was a stone terrace in front of the windows of _salon_ and dining-room, below which the ground shelv...

She had flung herself over the cliff. That rustling noise was the sound of her gown as it brushed against the rushes and seedling firs that clothed the precipice with verdure. H...

After that visit to the great white barrack on the road to St. André, Mildred felt that her business at Nice was finished, there was nothing more for her to learn. She knew all...

Lucifer himself, after his fall, could not have felt worse than César Castellani when he followed Mildred Greswold to Nice, as he did within a week after she left Pallanza.

Mildred was in Brighton upon the third day after she left Nice. She had sent no intimation of her coming to her aunt, lest her visit should be forbidden. A nervous invalid is ap...

“It would be such a relief to my mind if you could find new occupations, new interests, as I hope to do by and by—a wider horizon. You are so clever. You have so many gifts, and...

The house and grounds were in such perfect order that there was very little to be done in the way of preparation for the honeymoon visitors. Even the pianos had been periodicall...

It was nearly ten o’clock when Mildred drove through the village of Enderby, and saw the lights burning in the familiar cottage windows, the post-office, and the little fancy sh...

Pamela’s wedding was one of the most successful functions of the London season; and the society papers described the ceremony with a fulness of detail which satisfied even the b...