[1]
DIANA TEMPEST.
CHAPTER I.
"The fact is, I have never loved any one well enoughto put myself into a noose for them. It is a noose, youknow."—George Eliot.
IT was the middle of July. The seasonhad reached the climax which precedesa collapse. The heat was intense.The pace had been too great to last. Therich sane were already on their way toScotch moor or Norwegian river; the richinsane and the poor remained, and peoplewith daughters—assiduously entertaining thedwindling
...