The Sword of Damocles: A Story of New York Life

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Green Anna Katharine. The Sword of Damocles: A Story of New York Life

BOOK I. TWO MEN

I. A WANDERER

II. A DISCUSSION

III. A MYSTERIOUS SUMMONS

IV. SEARCHINGS

V. THE RUBICON

VI. A HAND CLASP

VII. MRS. SYLVESTER

VIII. SHADOWS OF THE PAST

IX. PAULA

X. THE BARRED DOOR

XI. MISS STUYVESANT

XII. MISS BELINDA MAKES CONDITIONS

XIII. THE END OF MY LADY'S PICTURE

BOOK II. LIFE AND DEATH

XIV. MISS BELINDA HAS A QUESTION TO DECIDE

XV. AN ADVENTURE – OR SOMETHING MORE

XVI. THE SWORD OF DAMOCLES

XVII. GRAVE AND GAY

XVIII. IN THE NIGHT WATCHES

XIX. A DAY AT THE BANK

XX. THE DREGS IN THE CUP

XXI. DEPARTURE

XXII. HOPGOOD

BOOK III. THE JAPHA MYSTERY

XXIII. THE POEM

XXIV. THE JAPHA MANSION

XXV. JACQUELINE

XXVI. A MAN'S JUSTICE AND A WOMAN'S MERCY

XXVII. THE LONE WATCHER

XXVIII. SUNSHINE ON THE HILLS

XXIX. MIST IN THE VALLEY

BOOK IV. FROM A. TO Z

XXX. MISS BELINDA PRESENTS MR. SYLVESTER WITH A CHRISTMAS GIFT

XXXI. A QUESTION

XXXII. FULL TIDE

XXXIII. TWO LETTERS

XXXIV. PAULA MAKES HER CHOICE

XXXV. THE FALLING OF THE SWORD

XXXVI. MORNING

XXXVII. THE OPINION OF A CERTAIN NOTED DETECTIVE

XXXVIII. BLUE-BEARD'S CHAMBER

XXXIX. FROM A. TO Z

XL. HALF-PAST SEVEN

BOOK V. WOMAN'S LOVE

XLI. THE WORK OF AN HOUR

XLII. PAULA RELATES A STORY SHE HAS HEARD

XLIII. DETERMINATION

XLIV. IN MR. STUYVESANT'S PARLORS

XLV "THE HOUR OF SIX IS SACRED."

XLVI. THE MAN CUMMINS

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A wind was blowing through the city. Not a gentle and balmy zephyr, stirring the locks on gentle ladies' foreheads and rustling the curtains in elegant boudoirs, but a chill and bitter gale that rushed with a swoop through narrow alleys and forsaken courtyards, biting the cheeks of the few solitary wanderers that still lingered abroad in the darkened streets.

In front of a cathedral that reared its lofty steeple in the midst of the squalid houses and worse than squalid saloons of one of the dreariest portions of the East Side, stood the form of a woman. She had paused in her rush down the narrow street to listen to the music, perhaps, or to catch a glimpse of the light that now and then burst from the widely swinging doors as they opened and shut upon some tardy worshipper.

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"And who are they?" he hurriedly asked; he could not bring himself to mention Paula's name.

"Why, Miss Abby and Miss Belinda," she returned with a puzzled air. "Miss Abby sews and Miss Belinda teaches the school. I don't know anything more about them, sir."

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