Jeanne of the Marshes
By E. Phillips Oppenheim
17 Oct, 2019
Brief Extract: She disappeared, and the Princess lay still upon her couch, thinking. Soon she heard steps outside, and with a little sigh, she turned her head toward the door. The man who entered was tall, and of the ordinary type of well-born Englis
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Brief Extract: She disappeared, and the Princess lay still upon her couch, thinking. Soon she heard steps outside, and with a little sigh, she turned her head toward the door. The man who entered was tall, and of the ordinary type of well-born Englishmen. He was carefully dressed, and his somewhat scanty hair was arranged to the best advantage. His features were hard and lifeless. His eyes were just a shade too close together. The maid ushered him in and withdrew at once. Less
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