St. George Rathborne

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St. George Rathborne,  Miss Fairfax of Virginia: A Romance of Love and Adventure Under the Palmettos

“ Georgia had stood there where he had left her as though incapable of action—once she stretched out a hand after his retreating form, and a low cry bubbled from her lips, now hidden by the veil; but by no movement or outcry did she attempt to recall him.
"It is better that I should die than live to be deceived. He would explain, but how could my eyes deceive me? And she was so beautiful, when he kissed her hand. Oh! it was cruel, and he, my Roderic is like all men, a perfidious monster. I may not forget him but I shall try to learn to hate him."
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Source: Gutenberg

St. George Rathborne,  Miss Caprice

“ She looks up at his face, the casual glance becomes immediately a stare; her cheeks grow pale as death; it is evident that something has aroused memories of the past, and they flood her soul.
Slowly the woman arises. Her figure is slight, but there is a nobility about it. Purity is written upon her brow, in her eyes shines the light of faith that dares to look the whole world in the face. And before a word is spoken John Craig knows his mother has been dreadfully wronged in the past, suffering in silence because of some noble motive.
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Source: Gutenberg

St. George Rathborne,  My Hildegarde

“ Strange what thoughts will flash athwart the mind even when on the brink of eternity.
Standing there and looking in her heavenly eyes, now filled with such womanly fear, I wondered what fate had in store for us—we who had separated through pique and been brought together again in this wonderful, this almost miraculous manner.
Could it be that just as I was about to claim Paradise again, it would be but to die with this loved one in my arms; or would a kinder fate allow us to live through the horror of storm and wreck, saved for each other as by a miracle.
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Source: Gutenberg

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