The Project Gutenberg EBook of Prisoners, by Mary Cholmondeley
This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or
re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
Title: Prisoners
Fast Bound In Misery And Iron
Author: Mary Cholmondeley
Release Date: July 16, 2006 [EBook #18834]
Language: English
Character set encoding: ASCII
*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PRISONERS ***
Produced by Sjaani, Suzanne Shell and the Online Distributed
Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net
[Illustration: "HER EYES TURNED TOWARDS IT MECHANICALLY BECAUSE IT
CONTAINED ... THE MAN OF WHOM SHE WAS THINKING"]
PRISONERS
FAST BOUND IN MISERY AND IRON
By
MARY CHOLMONDELEY
_Author of_
"Red Pottage"
"But for failing of love on our
part, therefore is all our travail."
--JULIAN OF NORWICH.
DODD, MEAD & COMPANY
NEW YORK MCMVI
Copyright, 1905, 1906, by
COLVER PUBLISHING COMPANY
Copyright, 1906, by
MARY CHOLMONDELEY
_Published, September, 1906_
To
My Brother
Reginald
ILLUSTRATIONS
"Her eyes turned towards it mechanically
because it contained ... the man of
whom she was thinking" _Frontispiece_
"A deathlike silence followed the _delegato's_
words" _Page_ 36
"'Is she worth it?' he said with sudden
passion" " 46
"'You are all blinder one than the other, that
it's Andrea I'm grieving for'" " 80
"If Fay had come in then he would have killed
her, done her to death with the chains he
had worn so patiently for her sake" " 146
"Fay noticed for the first time how lightly
Wentworth walked, how square his shoulders
were" " 184
CHAPTER I
Grim Fate was tender, contemplating you,
And fairies brought their offerings at your birth;
You take the rose-leaf pathway as your due,
Your rightful meed the choicest gifts of earth.
--ARTHUR C. LEGGE.
Fay stood on her balcony, and looked over the ilexes of her villa at
Frascati; out across the grey-green of the Campagna to the little
compressed city which goes by the great name of Rome.
How small it looked, what a hud
|