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89 stories in Sydney's papers · page 4 of 5
So slow was the progress of the Firefly that the sun was dipping low in the west when Mr. Hodges announced that they were at Cypress Bend and would seen see the house. For miles they had…
Continued on Trove, page 7 →Ruth rose early next morning. When she put aside the curtains soon after she was dressed, she saw De Castro coming out of a little one-loomed building among the fig trees in a corner of the…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →'Kaster says the outhouse justsuits him Mr. Hodges interposed. He can go in and out Without disturbin' anybody, and can have his dogs about him. And he trusts you will do him…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →De Castro kept his word. So far Ruth had been as safe from any contact with him as though she had remained within the convent walls. She was relieved; and yet, so lonely was the place…
Continued on Trove, page 7 →The marriage of Viscount Feilding, R.H.A., eldest son of the Earl of Denbigh, with the Hon. Cocilia Clifford, daughter of the late Lord Clifford of Chudleigh, and sister to the…
Continued on Trove, page 6 →After the evening's [?] intercourse [?] was impossible for the former estrangement to be continued. Ruth would have interposed a barrier of reserve; but it was overborne by De…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →Yet she could not hide from her heart the fear that she might be weaker. That evening he read to her while she sewed. Then they sang together for the benefit of Mrs…
Continued on Trove, page 7 →What a sunset pageant filled the west! A city, with towers and pinnacles of burning gold, rising from a sea of amethyst and ruby. But one pair of eyes, that were always quick to feast upon the…
Continued on Trove, page 7 →Dew was glistening on the broad leaves of the crooked yellow squashes and pale musk melons. The lima beans had made a bower of their pole trellis. Standing in its shadow, Ruth watched…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →Five minutes after, the prettiest boy's figure imaginable emerged from the back door of the quiet, unsuspecting house, and stepped out in the moonlight. Blushing at her own shadow, she ran…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →The cavalcade turned and rode back in a hurry. They followed the dog, and the next moment Ruta was surrounded. Shouts of Here he is!' 'Here's the scoundrel!'…
Continued on Trove, page 7 →Had Ruth's mind not been so painfully pre-occupied she would have found amusement in the scene before her—in the ambitious leaps of the men, the wiggle of the girls, and the…
Continued on Trove, page 7 →A STRANGE CONVERSATION—A JEALOUS LOVER'S THREAT—THE BLACK GHOST—A GLIMPSE AT A MYSTERY. Non one was to be seen—no stir or sound of…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →She spoke nervously, the colour fluttering in her cheeks. Was the explanation she gave of the conversation a true one? Ruth doubted it gravely. Selma's glance shifted as she talked,…
Continued on Trove, page 7 →Full of bitter vexation, she got her hat and went out into the open air. She took her way to the orchard, walking fast, her blood quickened by indignant perturbation. She threw herself…
Continued on Trove, page 7 →' Well, I loved her. She was cold at first; then her subtle reserve melted into a passion that thrilled and charmed me. But she had fits of despondency. She often wept and begged me to…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →I started back. I was on my way here last night when I met you. I found you in trouble, unfriended, beset with snares. I persuaded myself that I ought to keep at liberty a little longer,…
Continued on Trove, page 7 →Hurrying along by the lonely, starlit lake, Ruth had nearly reached the trail that led off to Wingina's cabin, when she stopped, startled by the sight of a tall, dark figure leaning against the…
Continued on Trove, page 7 →Mrs. Harland's white riding horse stood saddled, impatiently pawing the ground, under the great tulip tree before the gate of the house at Witch Lake. A little way off Hagan leaned on the paling…
Continued on Trove, page 6 →A telegram sent from Richmond, Virginia, on October 23, said:—Invitations had been out for the wedding, which was to have been solemnized this evening, of Miss Lillie Carrington, daughter of Major…
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