CHAPTER I
THE MISTRESS OF MONDREER
“Mother! Oh, mother! it will break my heart!” wailed Odalite, sinking at the lady’s feet, and dropping her head into her hands, face downward to the carpet.
The lady gently raised her child, took her in her arms and tenderly caressed her, murmuring, softly:
“No, my own! hearts never break, or one heart, I know, must have broken long ago. Besides,” she added, in a firmer tone,...
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