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Unfettered

Chapter 9 DORLAN WARTHELL.

Word Count: 638    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

front yard of her home for the purpose of watering her flowers. She had on an evening gown, while her head was hidden in a bonnet. With her back to the street, she stood leveling the water from the

or nature's supreme efforts at the artistic, he was so struc

eauty," he exclaimed, with

er. His skin was smooth, his features regular, his eye intelligent and his head so formed as to indicate great brain power. As to color he was black, but even those prejudiced to color forgot that prejudice

fell from her hands. Her very soul sent up a wail: "Alas, O God, ther

convenient time to apologize for the shock that his behavior had caused. He entered the yard, stopped the waste of water from

will against love at sight, had somehow sufficed to tell her penetrating spirit that he was the one man, who, had she been free, could have exacted that full strength of love, which, struggle as painfully as she might, would not yield allegiance to Harry whom she had married under a species

, now that my dreams of other days have been met in concrete form and gloriously vanquished." She now consoled herself with the thought that she would one day love Harry as s

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