Doty Dontcare
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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. 1895 edition. Excerpt: ...fastened the door behind her. She heard Doty's steps hurrying onward; she saw her figure glide through the dim passage-way. Her senses were benumbed. Vaguely she thought of Percy on ...
MoreThis 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. 1895 edition. Excerpt: ...fastened the door behind her. She heard Doty's steps hurrying onward; she saw her figure glide through the dim passage-way. Her senses were benumbed. Vaguely she thought of Percy on the ocean, of his sisters at Government ball, and of her own utter loneliness. The night wore on; how late it was Alma didn't know and didn't care. Doty had not returned, but she hardly missed her. A bat flying about the ruins struck its wings against a tree hard by; now and then a dog howled, or the cry of a night-bird broke the stillness; but Alma's thoughts were too busy to heed aught else than the feelings which oppressed her heart. There was a low knock at the door. "It must be Doty," thought Alma, her eyes filling with angry tears. She opened the door and started. "Who is it?" asked Alma, peering into the darkness. " Cot," replied the woman, pushing herself into the open doorway. Chapter IX. ' " Rose Mound's "crop-over." LADY SELINA GRANT sits in a pretty morning-room. Fresh red and yellow matting covers the floor, lace curtains are draped at the long, open windows which lead out on the balcony, and thence into the garden, redolent with red, pink and white frangipanni. On the gray-barked, fantastically-twisted, leafless, gnarled branches covered with bloom, Lady Selina watches the great black-and-gold striped velvety caterpillars crawl; and far in the distance, between the tall palms that fringe the coast, she sees the crested waves roll inward and hears their roar against the rocks. Cattle are browsing on the plains; and, fixing well her field-glass, she watches the sheep clambering over the craigs that bear away northward. A young girl, singing gayly as she balances a pail of molasses upon her head, appears at the foot of the oleander avenue which leads up to...
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