This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1887 edition. Excerpt: ...Annette, and he disappeared within the glass doors, which shut off the entrance from the grand staircase; but the stranger had followed him, and stood waiting at the foot. He wore a wide-awake, and his face was both a handsome and a pleasant one, bronzed with exposure. His beard and moustache dark ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1887 edition. Excerpt: ...Annette, and he disappeared within the glass doors, which shut off the entrance from the grand staircase; but the stranger had followed him, and stood waiting at the foot. He wore a wide-awake, and his face was both a handsome and a pleasant one, bronzed with exposure. His beard and moustache dark brown, as also the hair; his eyes were soft and penetrating, but not without a certain sadness in them, as of a man who had known pain. He was tall, and strongly built--one who had evidently seen hard work. Suddenly, before he was aware of it, a light figure came down the stairs, and stood before him. How do you do, Mr. Stephen? A little white hand was held out, and the same voice continued, in rather excitable tones, We did not expect you so early, father is not up yet, and Desiree is in her studio; if you will follow me I will show you the way, it will be such fun to take her by surprise. I need scarcely ask if you are Miss Nancy, your mischief betrays you, said a deep voice. She laughed. Come, she answered, flitting in front of him up three flights of stairs. Half way Annette met them, and stood back to let them pass, merely saying in French, with a pleasant smile, Had you not better warn Mademoiselle Desiree? Joy never kills, retorted Nancy, beckoning Stephen on, until they stood on the last landing before a curtained door; then she paused, glanced round at Stephen, and he looked at her. Yes, it was Nancy; but the child transformed into the woman. Hers was a face of no beauty of feature, but which, having once seen, one might long, with a strange longing, to see again. A face in which every passing emotion betrayed itself, changing as rapidly as thought changes. At the present moment, as she. turned to Stephen, it was radiant...
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