Alex. Mcveigh Miller

"How fast the river flows! How it roars in my ears and drowns the sound of your voice, my dearest!

"How do you do, Mr. Devereaux

But she hated her toilsome life more than ever as she followed Roma along the richly carpeted halls to a splendid dressing room, where the beauty sank into a cushioned chair, haughtily ordering the box to be ope

meager midday luncheon,

to faint. Oh, I love him!" and she wept despairingly

breaking up their delightful tête-à-tête

How foolish it seems for poor girls to be pretty