A Night on the Borders of the Black Forest

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Edwards Amelia Ann Blanford. A Night on the Borders of the Black Forest

A NIGHT ON THE BORDERS OF THE BLACK FOREST

THE STORY OF SALOME

IN THE CONFESSIONAL

THE TRAGEDY IN THE PALAZZO BARDELLO

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER IV

THE FOUR-FIFTEEN EXPRESS

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

SISTER JOHANNA'S STORY

ALL-SAINTS' EVE

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER IV

CHAPTER V

CHAPTER VI

CHAPTER VII

CHAPTER VIII

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A few years ago, no matter how many, I, Harcourt Blunt, was travelling with my friend Coventry Turnour, and it was on the steps of our hotel that I received from him the announcement that he was again in love.

"I tell you, Blunt," said my fellow-traveller, "she's the loveliest creature I ever beheld in my life."

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The professor was not a prompt man. On the contrary, he was a pre-eminently slow man; dreamy, indolent, buried in Oriental lore. From any other correspondent one might have looked for a reply in the course of the morrow, but from Nicolai of Padua it would have been folly to expect one under two or three days. And in the meanwhile? Well, in the meanwhile there were churches and palaces to be seen, sketches to be made, letters of introduction to be delivered. It was, at all events, of no use to be impatient.

And yet I was impatient – so impatient that I could neither sketch, nor read, nor sit still for ten minutes together. Possessed by an uncontrollable restlessness, I wandered from gallery to gallery, from palace to palace, from church to church. The imprisonment of even a gondola was irksome to me. I was, as it were, impelled to be moving and doing; and even so, the day seemed endless.

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