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Emmuska Orczy Baroness Orczy
The Heart of a Woman
Published by Good Press, 2021
EAN 4057664610300
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I WHICH TELLS OF A VERY COMMONPLACE INCIDENT
CHAPTER II ONCE MORE THE OBVIOUS
CHAPTER III AND NOW ALMOST LIKE A DREAM
CHAPTER IV NOTHING REALLY TANGIBLE
CHAPTER V JUST AN OBVIOUS DUTY
CHAPTER VI JUST A DISAGREEABLE OLD MAN
CHAPTER VIII AND THUS THE SHADOW DESCENDED
CHAPTER IX WHICH TELLS OF THE INEVITABLE RESULT
CHAPTER X LIFE MUST GO ON JUST THE SAME
CHAPTER XI AND THERE ARE SOCIAL DUTIES TO PERFORM
CHAPTER XII SHALL A MAN ESCAPE HIS FATE?
CHAPTER XIII THEY HAVE NO HEART
CHAPTER XIV THE TALE HAD TO BE TOLD
CHAPTER XV AND MANY MUST BE QUESTIONED
CHAPTER XVI AND THE PUPPETS DANCED
CHAPTER XVII AND WHAT OF THE SECRET?
CHAPTER XVIII IT WOULD NOT DO, YOU KNOW
CHAPTER XX AND THAT'S THE TRUTH
CHAPTER XXI HAVE ANOTHER CIGAR
CHAPTER XXII THEN THE MIRACLE WAS WROUGHT
CHAPTER XXIII WHY ALL THIS MYSTERY?
CHAPTER XXIV A HERD OF CACKLING GEESE
CHAPTER XXV THE FOG WAS DENSE, I COULDN'T RIGHTLY SEE
CHAPTER XXVI THE NEXT WITNESS PLEASE
CHAPTER XXVII AND PEOPLE WENT OUT TO LUNCHEON
CHAPTER XXVIII WHICH TELLS OF AN UNEXPECTED TURN OF EVENTS
CHAPTER XXIX THE WORLD IS SO LARGE
CHAPTER XXX AND THEN EVERY ONE WENT HOME
CHAPTER XXXI AND THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO DO NOT CARE
CHAPTER XXXII A MAN MUST ACT AS HE THINKS BEST
CHAPTER XXXIII IF YOU WOULD ONLY LET YOURSELF GO
CHAPTER XXXIV WHICH SPEAKS ONLY OF FAREWELLS
CHAPTER XXXV WHICH TELLS OF PICTURES IN THE FIRE
CHAPTER XXXVI PEOPLE DON'T DO THAT SORT OF THING
CHAPTER XXXVII IT IS ONE HUMAN LIFE AGAINST THE OTHER
CHAPTER XXXVIII THE HAND OF DEATH WAS ON HIM TOO
CHAPTER XXXIX A MERE WOMAN FIGHTING FOR THE THING SHE LOVED
CHAPTER XL AND THUS HER HOUR HAD COME
CHAPTER XLII WHICH TELLS ONCE MORE OF COMMONPLACE INCIDENTS
CHAPTER I
WHICH TELLS OF A VERY COMMONPLACE INCIDENT
No! No! she was not going to gush!—Not even though there was nothing in the room at this moment to stand up afterward before her as dumb witness to a moment's possible weakness. Less than nothing in fact: space might have spoken and recalled that moment . . . infinite nothingness might at some future time have brought back the memory of it . . . but these dumb, impassive objects! . . . the fountain pen between her fingers! The dull, uninteresting hotel furniture covered in red velvet—an uninviting red that repelled dreaminess and peace! The ormolu clock which had ceased long ago to mark the passage of time, wearied—as it no doubt was, poor thing—by the monotonous burden of a bronze Psyche gazing on her shiny brown charms, in an utterly blank and unreflective bronze mirror, while obviously bemoaning the fracture of one of her smooth bronze thighs! Indeed Louisa might well have given way to that overmastering feeling of excitement before all these things. They would neither see nor hear. They would never deride, for they could never remember.
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