Devil's Dice
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Le Queux William. Devil's Dice
Chapter One. Queen of the Unknown
Chapter Two. Sin or Secret?
Chapter Three. Ghosts of the Past
Chapter Four. A Deepening Mystery
Chapter Five. Dora’s Engagement
Chapter Six. The Countess of Fyneshade
Chapter Seven. On Life’s Quicksands
Chapter Eight. Secret Understanding
Chapter Nine. Who is Her Ladyship?
Chapter Ten. Tattle and Tragedy
Chapter Eleven. The Locked Room
Chapter Twelve. In Strict Confidence
Chapter Thirteen. Between the Dances
Chapter Fourteen. The Deeper Indiscretion
Chapter Fifteen. Beneath the Rouge
Chapter Sixteen. The Mysterious Mr Markwick
Chapter Seventeen. Attack and Defence
Chapter Eighteen. A Revelation and its Price
Chapter Nineteen. The Earl’s Suspicions
Chapter Twenty. An Evening’s Amusement
Chapter Twenty One. Grindlay’s Tactics
Chapter Twenty Two. A House of Shadows
Chapter Twenty Three. In Silent Company
Chapter Twenty Four. A Confession
Chapter Twenty Five. Most Remarkable
Chapter Twenty Six. The Fugitive
Chapter Twenty Seven. Mabel’s Penitence
Chapter Twenty Eight. A Promise
Chapter Twenty Nine. Reconciliation
Chapter Thirty. One Thousand Pounds
Chapter Thirty One. The Scent of Violets
Chapter Thirty Two. The Secret
Chapter Thirty Three. A Family Council
Chapter Thirty Four. Guilt
Chapter Thirty Five. Conclusion
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Six months passed. Left forlorn, with only the vivid memory of a charming face, I had travelled to rid myself of the remembrance, but in vain. Sometimes I felt inclined to regard my mysterious divinity as a mere adventuress; at others I became lost in contemplation and puzzled over her words almost to the point of madness. I knew that I had loved her; that, fascinated by her great beauty and enmeshed in the soft web of her silken tresses, she held me irrevocably for life or death.
Unhappy and disconsolate, heedless of London’s pleasures or the perpetual gaiety of the “smart” circle in which my friends and relations moved, I spent the gloomy December days in my chambers in Shaftesbury Avenue, endeavouring to distract the one thought that possessed me by reading. My companions chaffed me, dubbing me a misanthrope, but to none of them, not even Jack Bethune, the friend of my college days and greatest chum, did I disclose the secret of my despair.
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The interior of the carriage would have been dark had not a tiny glimmering lamp been placed there, and this showed that, in addition to the blinds drawn down, heavy curtains had also been arranged, so that to see outside was impossible. My strange companion was affable, even amusing, but the drive occupied quite an hour and a half, although we travelled at a pretty smart pace.
Presently my companion turned to me, saying: “There is still one small thing more. Before we alight you must allow me to tie my handkerchief across your eyes.”
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