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Title: The Shadow
Author: Mary White Ovington
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Language: English
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THE SHADOW
by
MARY WHITE OVINGTON
Author of "Half a Man"
New York
Harcourt, Brace and Howe
1920
Copyright, 1920, by
Harcourt, Brace and Howe, Inc.
The Quinn & Boden Company
Rahway. N. J.
TO
MY MOTHER
CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
I THE PINES
II KATHLEEN
III DICK
IV THE LIVE OAKS
THE SHADOW
PROLOGUE
When George Ogilvie, distinguished Judge of Palmetto County, Florida,
read of the death in the papers--the quick death after the surgeon's
knife--he felt glad and inexpressibly relieved. To play the part of
avenger was sadly out of keeping with his gentle temperament. His wife
could have done it without a qualm but since this was not permitted her
she would in time have forced the role upon him. Fate, however, had
taken her revenge without using him as her instrument, and the man who
had brought disgrace into his home had slipped from the world honored by
his associates, without visible taint upon his career. Remembering this,
the Judge's sense of relief changed to a desire to play the familiar
role, to sit himself upon the throne of justice and pronounce sentence
upon this fresh-faced, laughing, persuasive criminal. Would he at the
Most High Tribunal be given his full penalty?
But this autumn night, as the wind howled about the old house shaking
the windows in their frames, as the rain tore the leaves from the
branches and beat them upon the sodden ground, he almost wished the lad
was alive again.
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