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Faith and Unfaith: A NovelDuchess Faith and Unfaith: A Novel CHAPTER I "A heap of dust alone remains of thee: 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!" – Pope. In an upper chamber, through the closed blinds of which the sun is vainly striving to enter, Reginald Branscombe, fifth Earl of Sar...

How to Marry WellDuchess How to Marry Well How to marry well Some girls start in life with the idea that to snub the opposite sex is the surest way of bringing it to their feet. All such imaginings are vain! A man may be amused by the coquettish impertinences of a girl, he may even be attracted b...

Airy Fairy LilianDuchess Airy Fairy Lilian CHAPTER I "Home, sweet Home." – Old English Song. Down the broad oak staircase – through the silent hall – into the drawing-room runs Lilian, singing as she goes.The room is deserted; through the half-closed blinds the glad sunshine is rushing, turning t...

A Bachelor's DreamMrs. Hungerford A Bachelor's Dream CHAPTER I "Now what can be done?" said the Doctor. "That's the question. What on earth can I do about it?"He put this question emphatically, with an energetic blow of his gloved hand upon his knee, and seemed very desirous of receiving an answe...

How I write my novelsMrs. Hungerford How I write my novels To sit down in cold blood and deliberately set to cudgel one's brains with a view to dragging from them a plot wherewith to make a book is (I have been told) the habit of some writers, and those of no small reputation. Happy people! What ...

Mrs. GeoffreyDuchess Mrs. Geoffrey CHAPTER I HOW GEOFFREY DECLARES HIS INTENTION OF SPENDING THE AUTUMN IN IRELAND "I don't see why I shouldn't put in a month there very comfortably," says Geoffrey, indolently, pulling the ears of a pretty, saucy little fat terrier that sits blinking at him, with...

Only an Irish GirlDuchess Only an Irish Girl CHAPTER I "And was it only a dream, Aileen?""Only a dream, miss, but it consarned me greatly. Shure an' I never had the taste of a sweet sound sleep since I dramed it!"Honor Blake laughs, and passes her slim hand over the old woman's ruddy tanned cheek...

Portia; Or, By Passions RockedDuchess Portia; Or, By Passions Rocked CHAPTER I "A child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman." – Love's Labors Lost. The gates are thrown wide open, and the carriage rolls smoothly down the long dark avenue, beneath the wa...

RossmoyneDuchess Rossmoyne CHAPTER I How a Dove-cot was fluttered in Rossmoyne. The old-fashioned clock is ticking loudly, ponderously, as though determined to betray the flight of fickle time and impress upon the happy, careless ones that the end of all things is at hand. The roses knock their f...

The story of my first novel; How a novel is writtenDuchess The story of my first novel; How a novel is written The Duchess "The story of my first novel" My first novel! Alas! for that first story of mine – the raven I sent out of my ark and never see again! Unlike the proverbial curse, it did not...