Worth the Winning (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1885 Excerpt: ...lay unnoticed in the general alarm and selfish anxiety, he raised the insensible form of the poor neglected ballet-girl, and turned to gain the entrance. He would have missed it, in the confusion of ideas which suddenly seized him, had not a strong arm been placed around him, guiding his failing steps aright. Yes, it was poor Tep Her wings crushed out of all shape, her diamond star showing even in the pale moonlight as the most pitiful paste, her face rigid and wan as death. Only there was a troubled look upon that poor pale face which Colonel Carter could not bear to see. A policeman came to the rescue, and conducted them across the street to a chemist's, where already two surgeons were in attendance. "She is not dead," said one of them kindly, as he laid his hand upon Tep's heart. "She is only stunned. Ha what is this? Stand back all of you and give this lad air." For Luke's confused ideas had resolved themselves into unconsciousness. Overcome by his great exertions, and the strain upon his nervous system, for the first and last time in his life he had fainted. CHAPTER XVI. THE BELLE OF THE YEARLY MEETING." ONDON on a soft, bright afternoon in May, with its thronging vehicles, its crowded footways, and its host of idlers. Luke Gower, who had been sent on business from his office, and was intent only on his commission, looked with sudden interest at a group of idlers who were standing round one of the doors of Devonshire House in Bishopsgate Street. Their strange habit carried him back to his early days, and the country life he had left but one year before. He could almost fancy he stood besides Joshua Hazlett again. While he was thus, as it were, drinking in a breath from the hillside, through one of the entrances of the buildin...