LITMIR.BIZ

      Published by Good Press, 2020

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      EAN 4064066101794

Table of Contents

       Prologue - The Germ.

       Volume One—Chapter One. The Story - Years Ago.

       Volume One—Chapter Two.

       Volume One—Chapter Three.

       Volume One—Chapter Four.

       Volume One—Chapter Five.

       Volume One—Chapter Six.

       Volume One—Chapter Seven.

       Volume One—Chapter Eight.

       Volume One—Chapter Nine.

       Volume One—Chapter Ten.

       Volume One—Chapter Eleven.

       Volume Two—Chapter One. The Story - Years Ago - (Continued) .

       Volume Two—Chapter Two.

       Volume Two—Chapter Three.

       Volume Two—Chapter Four.

       Volume Two—Chapter Five.

       Volume Two—Chapter Six.

       Volume Two—Chapter Seven.

       Volume Two—Chapter Eight.

       Volume Two—Chapter Nine.

       Volume Two—Chapter Ten.

       Volume Two—Chapter Eleven.

       Volume Two—Chapter Twelve.

       Volume Two—Chapter Thirteen.

       Volume Three—Chapter One. The Story. - Years Ago - (Continued) .

       Volume Three—Chapter Two.

       Volume Three—Chapter Three.

       Volume Three—Chapter Four.

       Volume Three—Chapter Five.

       Volume Three—Chapter Six.

       Volume Three—Chapter Seven.

       Volume Three—Chapter Eight.

       Volume Three—Chapter Nine.

       Volume Three—Chapter Ten.

       Volume Three—Chapter Eleven.

       Volume Three—Chapter Twelve.

       Volume Three—Chapter Thirteen.

       Volume Three—Chapter Fourteen.

       Volume Three—Chapter Fifteen.

       Volume Three—Chapter Sixteen.

       Volume Three—Chapter Seventeen.

       Volume Three—Chapter Eighteen.

       Volume Three—Chapter Nineteen.

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Prologue - The Germ.

       Table of Contents

      A Daughter of Eve.

      “Mother!”

      There was no reply, and once again rose from the bed in the prettily-furnished room the same word—“Mother!” The wild, appealing, anguished cry of offspring to parent, seeming to ask for help—protection—forgiveness—the tenderness of the mother-heart to its young, and still there was no answer.

      The speaker struggled up so that she rested on her elbow, the heavy dark nut-brown hair fell in long clusters on her soft white neck and bosom; her large hazel eyes looked wild and dilated; and her fair young face deathly pale, as, with quivering white lips, she cried once more:

      “Mother! Speak to me or I shall die.”

      “It would be better so,” was the cold hard reply, and a lady who had been gazing from the window turned slowly round to gaze full at the first speaker, her handsome Spanish type of countenance looking malignant as her dark eyes flashed, where she stood biting her full sensuous nether lip, and glaring at the occupant of the bed.

      “Mother!” was the anguished cry once more, as the girl sank back upon her pillow.

      “Yes,” was the bitter reply. “You are a mother. God be thanked that your father, who idolised his child, was not spared to see this day.”

      “Oh, mother, mother, have some pity—have some mercy upon me. Where am I to

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