Jeanne of the Marshes. E. Phillips Oppenheim

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Название Jeanne of the Marshes
Автор произведения E. Phillips Oppenheim
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       E. Phillips Oppenheim

      Jeanne of the Marshes

      Published by Good Press, 2019

       [email protected]

      EAN 4057664561602

       BOOK I

       CHAPTER I

       CHAPTER II

       CHAPTER III

       CHAPTER IV

       CHAPTER V

       CHAPTER VI

       CHAPTER VII

       CHAPTER VIII

       CHAPTER IX

       CHAPTER X

       CHAPTER XI

       CHAPTER XII

       CHAPTER XIII

       CHAPTER XIV

       CHAPTER XV

       CHAPTER XVI

       CHAPTER XVII

       CHAPTER XVIII

       CHAPTER XIX

       CHAPTER XX

       CHAPTER XXI

       BOOK II

       CHAPTER I

       CHAPTER II

       CHAPTER III

       CHAPTER IV

       CHAPTER V

       CHAPTER VI

       CHAPTER VII

       CHAPTER VIII

       CHAPTER IX

       CHAPTER X

       CHAPTER XI

       CHAPTER XII

       CHAPTER XIII

       CHAPTER XIV

       CHAPTER XV

       CHAPTER XVI

       CHAPTER XVII

       CHAPTER XVIII

       CHAPTER XIX

       CHAPTER XX

       Table of Contents

       Table of Contents

      The Princess opened her eyes at the sound of her maid's approach. She turned her head impatiently toward the door.

      "Annette," she said coldly, "did you misunderstand me? Did I not say that I was on no account to be disturbed this afternoon?"

      Annette was the picture of despair. Eyebrows and hands betrayed alike both her agitation of mind and her nationality.

      "Madame," she said, "did I not say so to monsieur? I begged him to call again. I told him that madame was lying down with a bad headache, and that it was as much as my place was worth to disturb her. What did he answer? Only this. That it would be as much as my place was worth if I did not come up and tell you that he was here to see you on a very urgent matter. Indeed, madame, he was very, very impatient with me."

      "Of whom are you talking?" the Princess asked.

      "But of Major Forrest, madame," Annette declared. "It is he who waits below."

      The Princess closed her eyes for a moment and then slowly opened them. She stretched out her hand, and from a table by her side took up a small gilt mirror.

      "Turn on the lights, Annette," she commanded.

      The maid illuminated the darkened room. The Princess gazed at herself in the mirror, and reaching out again took