THE SLAVE OF SILENCE

F. M. White

The girl turned away from the splendour of it and laid her aching head against the cool windowpane. A hansom flashed along in the street below with just a glimpse of a pretty laughing girl in it with a man by her side. From another part of the Royal Palace Hotel came sounds of mirth and gaiety. All the world
seemed to be happy, to-night, perhaps to mock the misery of the girl with her head against the windowpane.






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