Phroso
by Anthony Hope
The stricken man opened his eyes, his lips moved, and he groaned, "Constantine! You, Constantine!" The old woman's eyes met mine for a moment and fell to the ground again.
"Why, why, Constantine?" moaned the wounded man. "I had yielded, I had yielded, Constantine. I would have sent them --"
His words ceased, his eyes closed, his lips met again, but met only to part. A moment later his jaw dropped. The old lord of Neopalia was dead.
FictionFantasyLiterary
RELEASED2004
PUBLISHERWildside Press
LENGTH288
LANGUAGEEN
English novelist (1863-1933)
Phroso
by Anthony Hope
The stricken man opened his eyes, his lips moved, and he groaned, "Constantine! You, Constantine!" The old woman's eyes met mine for a moment and fell to the ground again.
"Why, why, Constantine?" moaned the wounded man. "I had yielded, I had yielded, Constantine. I would have sent them --"
His words ceased, his eyes closed, his lips met again, but met only to part. A moment later his jaw dropped. The old lord of Neopalia was dead.
FictionFantasyLiterary
RELEASED2004
PUBLISHERWildside Press
LENGTH288
LANGUAGEEN
English novelist (1863-1933)
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