The Footsteps Of A Throne

Author : Sir Max Pemberton
Publisher : Rarebooksclub.com
ISBN 13 : 9781230025346
Total Pages : 66 pages
Book Rating : 4.0/5 (253 download)

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Download or read book The Footsteps of a Throne written by Sir Max Pemberton and published by Rarebooksclub.com. This book was released on 2013-09 with total page 66 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: 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. 1901 edition. Excerpt: ...the man was awakened, she said. I am going to Petersburg, Fekla, he reiterated, to tell them of your promise; I am going to claim the right to return to this house. When that is given to me, I will come back to you--not before. She shook her head, and sat by the window as one in a dream. You will never see me again, she protested. He laughed at her, holding both her hands. To-morrow, he said-- to-morrow, I will write to you. To-morrow will be too late. Again he would not hear. Vhen I leave you this morning, he said, it will be to tell your uncle, General Prezhnev, exactly what has happened. I shall catch the mail tonight and be in Petersburg in time to write to you. If they will let you She stood up and laid her head upon his shoulder. God help me, she cried, I can not claim your friendship. You shall not claim it--it is yours, for good or ill, unto the end. She sought to protest, but her voice failed her, and, sinking in his arms, she clung to him passionately--as a child to a father in the bitterness of grief. AN istvostchik, under the promise of a double fare, drove his horses with many oaths through the press of vehicles about the great terminus of the Moscow railway at Petersburg, and gained at last the Nevski Prospect. The change was as from a scene of cavernous activity to the whole glory of the sunlight day. Within the station a press of passengers, the clanging of bells, the loud voices of the officials spoke of that surpassing hour of the twenty-four when the mail from Moscow deposited its human freight in the heart of the Russian capital. But in the Nevski Prospect...