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The Lady of St. Lukes

Mark Allerton

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General Books publication date: 2009Original publication date: 1918Original Publisher: Dodd, Mead and Co.Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text.When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free.Excerpt: CHAPTER V THE sight of herself dressed for the ball gave Rosalie no pleasure at all. It was a dainty costume she wore. It suited her petite figure to perfection. The abbreviated skirt, the long black stockings, the bodice that might better be called only a corsage -- these were the trappings of mirth. But mirth had flown away, afraid. The spectre of Hughs anger and disapproval had driven her away. The soul had gone from the trappings. Rosalie looked at herself through the eyes of Hugh. He had called the costume indecent. A revelation as of a hideous mistake came to her. Fiercely and angrily she had opposed Hughs wishes. She had scorned his prejudices, taking no thought of the fact that a mans prejudices are often dearer to him than his convictions. She had demanded toleration and had offered none. No wonder Hugh was angry. No wonder he had been stirred to say hard, bitter things. She deserved her punishment. She wondered what she could do to expiate her fault. What a fool Ive been! she muttered, and then she fell to tearing the costume from her. She felt she could scarcely breathe until it was lying, a forlorn heap of flimsy gauze, on the carpet. She put on another frock, feeling as though she had escaped great disaster. She longed for Hugh to come back to her. Hugh would listen to her appeal for forgiveness and they would be friends again. Friends again! The overwhelming blackness that had settled on her life these dreadful days would pass away, and sunshine would come again. She sat idly in her drawing-room, telling herself what she would say to Hugh...