Doreen, the Story of a Singer Volume 2 (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1899 edition. Excerpt: ...with his tutor. I can't remember the exact words, but I know that he begged him to leave Foxell and to help Larry in some other way. But the two men seemed not to hear him, and every moment they drew nearer to the edge of the overhanging rock. At last I saw the agent's hand drop suddenly from the tutor's throat, and he fell backwards; his face was dark, almost purple; he splashed straight down into the lough. I sat there in the boat, almost stupefied by the horrible sight; but Max came plunging down between the arbutus trees and'leaped in and snatched up the oars, saying, 'Steer to the place where he sank ' I had hardly taken my eyes from the spot, and the being forced to move and to do something seemed to bring back my senses; and then"--she turned pale at the remembrance--"as we looked down steadily at the water I saw that awful, distorted face rise once more. Max leaned over the boat and tried desperately to grip hold of the body, but the hair was short and slippery with the water; it slid through his fingers, and though we waited, the body never rose again. When Max said, 'It would have been no use; he was quite dead, ' I began to think that Mr. Desmond would be sent to prison, or perhaps hung for murder, and we both agreed that he had looked for the time quite mad. There had been a most strange, wild gleam in his eyes which we had both noticed. Then we landed and talked things over in the little cabin; Mr. Desmond seemed half dazed. I remember that old Larry burnt the agent's stick, saying that it was the only thing left to tell tales, and then he and his wife, of their own accord, swore by the cross of Christ, crossing their forefingers in the old Irish fashion, that they...