Henry Wood. The Story of Charles Strange. Vol. 1 (of 3)
CHAPTER I. EARLY DAYS
CHAPTER II. CHANGES
CHAPTER III. MR. SERJEANT STILLINGFAR
CHAPTER IV. IN ESSEX STREET
CHAPTER V. WATTS'S WIFE
CHAPTER VI. BLANCHE HERIOT
CHAPTER VII. TRIED AT THE OLD BAILEY
CHAPTER VIII. THE VINE-COVERED COTTAGE AT PISA
CHAPTER IX. COMPLICATIONS
CHAPTER X. THE HOUSE AT MARSHDALE
CHAPTER XI. THE QUARREL
CHAPTER XII. MYSTERY
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"I SHALL never recover her loss. I live only in the hope of rejoining her there."
It has been said that the vows of lovers are ephemeral as characters written on the sand of the sea-shore. Surely may this also be said of the regrets mourners give to the departed! For time has a habit of soothing the deepest sorrow; and the remembrance which is piercing our hearts so poignantly to-day in a few short months will have lost its sting.
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"Well, perhaps I shouldn't," said he, sitting down by me, while Tom went off to the kitchen for a cup and saucer. "Sharp enough—but seasonable. Is anything amiss with you, Leah? Indigestion again?"
This caused us to look at Leah. She was whiter than the table-cloth.
