Marion Arleigh's Penance eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 90 pages of information about Marion Arleigh's Penance.

Marion Arleigh's Penance eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 90 pages of information about Marion Arleigh's Penance.

EVERYDAY LIFE LIBRARY No. 5 Published by EVERYDAY LIFE, Chicago

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Marion Arleigh’s Penance

By Charlotte M. Braeme.

Author of “Dora Thorne,” “Madolin’s Lover,” “Lord Elesmere’s Wife,” “A Rose in Thorns,” “The Belle of Lynn,” Etc.

CHAPTER I.

Three o’clock on a warm June afternoon.  The great heat has caused something like a purple haze to cloud over the deep blue of the sapphire sky.  There is not one breath of wind to stir the leaves or cool the flushed faces of those whose duties call them out on this sultry June day.  Away in the deep green heart of the broad land broad streams are flowing; in the very heart of the green woods there is cool, silent shade; by the borders of the sea, where the waves break with a low, musical murmur, there is a cooling breeze; but here in London on this bright June afternoon there is nothing to lessen the white, intense heat, and even the flowers exposed for sale in the streets are drooping, the crimson roses look thirsting for dew, the white lilies are fading, the bunches of mignonette give forth a fragrance sweet as the “song of the swan in dying,” and the golden sun pours down its flood of rich, warm light over all.

Three o’clock, and the express leaves Euston Square for Scotland at a quarter past.  The heat in the station is very great, the noise almost deafening; huge engines are pouring out volumes of steam, the shrill whistle sounds, porters are hurrying to and fro.  The quarter-past three train is a great favorite—­more people travel by that than by any other—­and the platform is crowded by ladies, children, tourists, commercial gentlemen.  There are very few of the humbler class.  Ten minutes past three.  The passengers are taking their places.  The goddess of discord and noise reigns supreme, when from one of the smaller doors there glides, with soft, almost noiseless step, the figure of a woman.

She wore a long gray cloak that entirely shrouded her figure; a black veil hid her face so completely that not one feature could be seen.  When she entered the station the change from the blinding glare outside to the shade within seemed to bewilder her.  She stood for a few moments perfectly motionless; then she looked around her in a cautious, furtive manner, as though she would fain see if there was any one she recognized.

But in that busy crowd every one was intent on his or her business; no one had any attention to spare for her.  She went with the same noiseless step to the booking office.  Most of the passengers had taken their tickets; she was one of the very last.  She looked at the clerk in a vague, helpless way.

“Where to, ma’am?” he asked, for she had only said, “I want a ticket.”

“Where to?” she repeated.  “Where does the train stop?”

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