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Title: Master of His Fate

Author: J. Mclaren Cobban

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Master Of His Fate

by

J. MACLAREN COBBAN

1890

Contents.

Chapter

I. Julius Courtney
II. A Mysterious Case
III. "M. Dolaro"
IV. The Man of the Crowd
V. The Remarkable Case of Lady Mary Fane
VI. At The Bedside of the Doctor
VII. Contains a Love Interlude
VIII. Strange Scenes in Curzon Street
IX. An Apparition And a Confession

To Z. Mennell, Esq.

My dear Mennell,

It has been my fortune to see something of the practice of the art
of healing under widely different conditions, and I know none who
better represents the most humane and most exacting of all
professions than yourself. The good doctor of this story--the born
surgeon and healer, the ever young and alert, the self-forgetful,
the faithful friend, gifted with "that exquisite charity which can
forgive all things"--is studied from you.

It is one of the greatest pleasures of my life to inscribe your
name on this dedicatory page, and to subscribe myself,

Your sincere friend and grateful patient,

J. Maclaren Cobban.

London, November 1889.

Chapter I.

Julius Courtney.

The Hyacinth Club has the reputation of selecting its members from among
the freshest and most active spirits in literature, science, and art.
That is in a sense true, but activity in one or another of those fields
is not a condition of membership; for, just as the listening Boswell was
the necessary complement of the talking Johnson, so in the Hyacinth Club
there is an indispensable contingent of passive members who find their
liveliest satisfaction in hearing and looking on, rather than in
speaking and doing. Something of the home princi