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Lady Rose's Daughter
Lady Rose's Daughter
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"AS THOUGH SHE LISTENED STILL TO WORDS IN HER EARS" . . . . _Frontispiece_
"LADY HENRY LISTENED EAGERLY" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . _Facing p_. 30
"'INDEED I WILL!' CRIED SIR WILFRID, AND THEY WALKED ON". . . . . . . 52
"LADY HENRY GASPED. SHE FELL BACK INTO HER CHAIR" . . . . . . . . . . 100
"HE ENTERED UPON A MERRY SCENE" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 242
"'FOR MY ROSE'S CHILD,' HE SAID, GENTLY". . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 254
"HER HANDS CLASPED IN FRONT OF HER" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 356
"SHE FOUND HERSELF KNEELING BESIDE HIM" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 480
LADY ROSE'S DAUGHTER
I
"Hullo! No!--Yes!--upon my soul, it _is_ Jacob! Why, Delafield, my dear
fellow, how are you?"
So saying--on a February evening a good many years ago--an elderly
gentleman in evening dress flung himself out of his cab, which had just
stopped before a house in Bruton Street, and hastily went to meet a
young man who was at the same moment stepping out of another hansom a
little farther down the pavement.
The pleasure in the older man's voice rang clear, and the younger met
him with an equal cordiality, expressed perhaps through a manner more
leisurely and restrained.
"AS THOUGH SHE LISTENED STILL TO WORDS IN HER EARS" . . . . _Frontispiece_
"LADY HENRY LISTENED EAGERLY" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . _Facing p_. 30
"'INDEED I WILL!' CRIED SIR WILFRID, AND THEY WALKED ON". . . . . . . 52
"LADY HENRY GASPED. SHE FELL BACK INTO HER CHAIR" . . . . . . . . . . 100
"HE ENTERED UPON A MERRY SCENE" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 242
"'FOR MY ROSE'S CHILD,' HE SAID, GENTLY". . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 254
"HER HANDS CLASPED IN FRONT OF HER" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 356
"SHE FOUND HERSELF KNEELING BESIDE HIM" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 480
LADY ROSE'S DAUGHTER
I
"Hullo! No!--Yes!--upon my soul, it _is_ Jacob! Why, Delafield, my dear
fellow, how are you?"
So saying--on a February evening a good many years ago--an elderly
gentleman in evening dress flung himself out of his cab, which had just
stopped before a house in Bruton Street, and hastily went to meet a
young man who was at the same moment stepping out of another hansom a
little farther down the pavement.
The pleasure in the older man's voice rang clear, and the younger met
him with an equal cordiality, expressed perhaps through a manner more
leisurely and restrained.
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