The Shadow of the Rope: Large Print

She stood alone in her own room, with none to mark the white-hot pallor of the oval face, the scornful curve of quivering nostrils, the dry lustre of flashing eyes. But while she stooda heavy step went blustering down two flights of stairs, and double doors slammed uponthe ground floor.It was a little London house, with five floors from basement to attic, and a couple of roomsupon each, like most little houses in London; but this one had latterly been the scene of anequally undistinguished drama of real life, upon which the curtain was even nowdescending. Although a third was whispered by the world, the persons of this drama werereally only two