A DARK SECRET. CHAPTER I. ON THE BRINK. "He stood, a stranger in this breathing world, A thing of dark imagings, that shaped By choice the perils he by chance escaped." Lara. THE weeks passed swiftly. September came and levelled the broad and golden fields, and gave an edging of flame-colour to the topmost leaves of the trees, and plucked the brightest flowers, and filled VOL. III. I |