Preston Cheney turned as he ran down the steps of a handsome house on "The Boulevard," waving a second adieu to a young woman framed between the lace curtains of the window. Then he hurried down the street and out of view. The young woman watched him with a gleam of satisfaction in her pale blue eyes. A mystical novel from an American author and poet of the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
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