His Hour by Elinor Glyn
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With grateful homage and devotion I dedicate this book to Her Imperial Highness The Grand Duchess Vladimir Of Russia In memory of the happy evenings spent in her gracious presence when reading to her these pages, which her sympathetic aid, in facilitating my opportunities for studying the Russian character, enabled me to write. Her kind appreciation of the finished work is a source of the deepest gratification to me. Elinor Glyn St. Petersburg, May, 1910 CHAPTER I The Sphinx was smiling its eternal smile. It was two o'clock in the morning. The tourists had returned to Cairo, and only an Arab or two |
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