Mary Marston

Excerpt from Mary Marston: A Novel

IT was an evening early in May. The sun was low, and the street was mottled with the shadows of its paving-stones smooth enough, but far from evenly set. The sky was clear, except for a few clouds in the west, hardly visible in the daz -zle of the huge light, which lay among them like a liquid that had broken its vessel, and was pouring over the fragments. The street was almost empty, and the air was chill. The spring was busy, and the summer was at hand; but the wind was blowing from the north.

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