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Title: The Wrong Woman

Author: Charles D. Stewart

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THE WRONG WOMAN

by

CHARLES D. STEWART

[Frontispiece: She saw that she would have to continue her journey
afoot]

The Copp Clark Company Limited
Toronto

Copyright, 1912, by Charles D. Stewart
All Rights Reserved

ILLUSTRATIONS

She saw that she would have to continue her
journey afoot (page 13) . . . . . _Frontispiece_

The stars, a vast audience, had all taken their places

"There's number one," Steve remarked casually

In the very midst of that dread ordeal, a test

_From drawings by Harold M. Brett_

The Wrong Woman

CHAPTER I

Having made final inspection of the knots of her shoe-laces and the
fastenings of her skirt, Janet turned toward her "perfectly horrid"
oilcoat, which, as usual, had spent the night on the floor. As it
would never come off till she had tortured her fingers on the edges of
its big rusty buttons, she always parted from it on unpleasant terms,
casting it from her; whereupon this masculine garment fell into the
most absurd postures, sprawling about on her bedroom floor, or even
sitting up, drunkenly, in the corner,--which latter it could easily do,
being as stiff as it was yellow. This time it had caught by one arm on
the back of a chair, and it came so near standing alone that it seemed
to be on the point of getting along without the chair's assistance. As
Janet stood considering its case, she turned her eyes toward the window
to see what the weather had decided, and now she saw the