One Life, One Love; A Novel Volume 1
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1890 edition. Excerpt: ...seem to exercise a superhuman intelligence, seem in other cases helpless and blundering almost to the verge of idiocy?" I had heard this question discussed within the last few weeks in relation to a mysterious murder in Liverpool, and I had taken an intense interest in the subject--a morbid interest, Uncle Ambrose told me, when I talked to him about it. He reproved me for occupying my mind with a ghastly story. I reminded him that the story of this murder was no more ghastly than the story of Agamemnon's murder, or of the string of murders in "Macbeth," and that one might as well be interested in real horrors as in fiction. Little did I think then that there would come a day when I should have a stronger reason for brooding upon this ghastly subject. I stayed on the hill a long time, forgetting everything except the horror that had been made known to me that night--forgetting most of all that my absence would alarm my mother. I was startled at last by the cathedral clock, which began to strike the hour. I counted the strokes, and found that it was eleven o'clock. I had been away from the hotel more than an hour. I hurried back, and on the way met Uncle Ambrose, who scolded me for going out alone at such a late hour. "Your mother has been anxious and agitated about you, Daisy," he said. "How came so wise a person to do such a foolish thing?" "I don't know--I forgot," I said. "Where have you been all this time?" "On the hill up there, looking down at the town." "My dear Daisy, how could you forget that your mother would be alarmed at your disappearance?" "I forgot everything." And then I told him what I had heard an hour...
- Paperback | 70 pages
- 189 x 246 x 4mm | 141g
- 13 Sep 2013
- Illustrations, black and white