The Shadow of a Sin

by Charlotte M. Brame, Bertha M. Clay

She is coming-my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat Had it lain for a century dead. A rich musical voice trolled out the words, not once, but many times over-carelessly at first, and then the full sense of them seemed to strike the singer. 'Had it lain for a century dead, ' he repeated slowly. "Ah, me! the difference between poetry and fact-when I have lain for a century dead, the light footfalls of a fair woman will not awaken me. 'Beyond the sun, woman's beauty and woman's love are of small account;' yet here-ah, when will she come?" The singer, who was growing impatient, was an exceedingly handsome young man-of not more than twenty-with a face that challenged all criticism-bright, careless, defiant, full of humor, yet with a gleam of poetry-a face that girls and women judge instantly, and always like. He did not look capable of wrong, this young lover, who sung his love-song so cheerily, neither did he look capable of wicked thoughts.

160 pages, Paperback

First published January 1, 1900

About the author

Charlotte Mary Brame (middle name sometimes given as Monica, last name sometimes spelled Braeme) was an English author of romantic novels. She also wrote under the pseudonym Bertha M. Clay.