The breath of slander : $b or, Virtue triumphsAllen, Ida Reade
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The breath of slander : $b or, Virtue triumphs
Allen, Ida Reade
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The Breath of Slander;
OR,
Virtue Triumphs
BY
IDA READE ALLEN
AUTHOR OF
“The Man and His Millions,” “A Forced Promise,” “Told in
the Twilight,” “From Tears to Smiles.”
[Illustration]
STREET & SMITH CORPORATION
PUBLISHERS
79-89 Seventh Avenue, New York
Copyright, 1899
GEORGE MUNRO’S SONS
The Breath of Slander
(Printed in the United States of America)
THE BREATH OF SLANDER.
CHAPTER I.
A MOUNTAIN STORM.
It was a warm spring day--an oppressively warm day--although the stormy
month of March was not half gone, and the snow still lingered in the
hollows and around the roots of the scrub oaks where the warm rays of
the sun could not reach it.
March had come in like a lamb, and here it was the fourteenth day of
that usually boisterous month, and there had not been a stormy or
disagreeable day yet.
It was a wonderfully early spring--quite unprecedented. Even those
chronic liars, “the oldest inhabitants,” could not remember a warmer
one. So they sat around the village store, while they droned about the
hot summers and cold winters they had seen, being content to let the
present season alone as being beyond even their fertile imaginations.
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