This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1922 Excerpt: ... across the shining floor, nervously taking off and donning his paper nose as he danced. A beauty of the harem floated by in the arms of Mephisto. The Viking, raising high his foaming horn of mead, bellowed out the war cry of the Norsemen, but his eye lingered on Diane and Pierre as they danced on and on with scarcely ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1922 Excerpt: ... across the shining floor, nervously taking off and donning his paper nose as he danced. A beauty of the harem floated by in the arms of Mephisto. The Viking, raising high his foaming horn of mead, bellowed out the war cry of the Norsemen, but his eye lingered on Diane and Pierre as they danced on and on with scarcely a word...dreaming the last precious hour away. Diane's young heart beat high as Pierre took her in his arms for the midnight waltz. Had the Duke forsaken his hateful plan? Or was he playing with her, raising her hopes only to dash them, loitering somewhere near, waiting to cheat Time and love at the last moment? Far overhead the mysterious Time-Ball quivered, as if on the verge of breaking the spell of unreality that hung over the whole mad revel... IN the depths of the forest, groping on hands and knees among the leaves and grass below the first waterfall, the Due d'Aumont searched for the heart of Diane--the little golden heart that Pierre had given her so long, long ago. It was characteristic of him, this utter indifference to the fact that the trinket was of no intrinsic value--and the gift of a rival, at that. Frantically he hunted up and down the bank. A friendly moonbeam glinted on something in the dewy grass--his eager fingers closed over it--and on the startled ear of the Mad Duke fell the warning bell of the distant cathedral. Half-past eleven! Hark! What was that? Something stirred among the shadows as he rose to his feet. Some forbidding presence seemed holding him back as he plunged into the forest and tore madly back toward the palace. Some mighty power seemed drawing the trees nearer together, blocking the way as he dodged here and there in the darkness. The thorns stretched out their talons to clutch at his cloak, the grasses a...
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