"Dust and ashes, dead and done with, Venice spent what Venice earned. The soul, doubtless, is immortal--where a soul can be discerned." It was a pitiful story which the little journal had made known to John Graham,--the story of a woman grievously wronged, cruelly deceived. Millicent Almsford’s life had not been a happy one. Her childhood had been lonely, and she had none of those early recollections which are so comforting in after years to people more fortunately bred. Her father was…
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