Zoroaster, Volume 2

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Macmillan, 1893 - Fiction - 269 pages
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Page 293 - is so remarkable a book as to be certain of as wide a popularity as any of its predecessors. The keenest interest for most readers will lie in its demonstration of the latest revelations of hypnotic science. ... It is a romance of singular daring and power.
Page 292 - Saracinesca." " The author shows steady and constant improvement in his art. ' Sant' Ilario ' is a continuation of the chronicles of the Saracinesca family. ... A singularly powerful and beautiful story. . . . Admirably developed, with a naturalness beyond praise. ... It must rank with 'Greifenstein ' as the best work the author has produced. It fulfils every requirement of artistic fiction. It brings out what is most impressive in human action, without owing any of its effectiveness to sensationalism...
Page 289 - ... in the very act ; but ere he had fallen, a sharp blade fell swiftly, like a crooked flash of light, and severed the small hands at the wrist; and the brave, true-hearted little maid fell shrieking to the floor. One shriek — and that was all ; for the same sword smote her again as she lay, and so she died. But Nehushta's head fell forward on the high priest's breast, and her arms clasped him wildly as his clasped her. " Oh, Zoroaster, my beloved, my beloved ! Say not any more that I am unfaithful,...
Page 283 - But Nehushta took his hand in hers, and gazed into his calm eyes. " Knowest thou not, Zoroaster...
Page 187 - I am," whereby a man knows himself from other men, and with which there is an intelligence of lower but none of higher things ; the sixth is that...
Page 1 - THE hall of the banquets was made ready for the feast in the palace of Babylon. That night Belshazzar the king would drink wine with a thousand of his lords, and be merry before them ; and everything was made ready. From end to end of the mighty nave, the tables of wood, overlaid with gold and silver, stood spread with those things which the heart of man can desire ; with...
Page 282 - Press the nail nearest the middle," said a small voice. Nehushta started. It was the little Syrian slave. She put her hand upon the round head of the nail and pressed. The door opened, turning noislessly upon its hinges. The seventy priests, in even rank, Each impression needs but one expression, so do not multiply gestures. Gesture should not usurp the office of speech, otherwise it becomes fantomimt, — GENEVIEVE STEKBINS.
Page 241 - I thought I had put you away — forgotten you — trodden out your memory that I so hated I could not bear to hear your name ! Ah ! why did I do it, miserable woman that I am ! I love...
Page 280 - I have eaten thy bread, shall I leave thee in the hour of death?" asked the slave. " Go, child," replied Nehushta. " I have seen thy devotion; thou must not perish." But the Syrian leaped to her feet as she answered: " I am a bondwoman, but I am a daughter of Israel, even as thou art. Though all the others leave thee, I will not. It may be that I can help thee.
Page 272 - ... the air and struck the dark crags and doubled in the echo, and died away in short, faint pulsations of sound. She started slightly; she had never heard such a sound before. Again that strange cry rang out and echoed and died away. Her slave-women gathered about her. " What is it?" asked Nehushta. " The war-cry of the children of Anak is like that," said a little Syrian maid. Nehushta pushed the slaves aside and fled toward the palace. The truth had flashed across her. Some armed force was collecting...

About the author (1893)

F. Marion Crawford was born on August 2, 1854, in Bagni de Lucca, Tuscany, Italy. He was the son of the American sculptor Thomas Crawford. He was educated by a French governess; then at St. Paul's School, Concord, N.H.; in the quiet country village of Hatfield Regis, under an English tutor; at Trinity College, Cambridge, where they thought him to become a mathematician; at Heidelberg and Karlsruhe, and at the University of Rome, where a special interest in Oriental languages sent him to India with the idea of preparing for a professorship. He spent a short time as a newspaper editor there. His first novel, Mr. Isaacs, was published in 1882. During his lifetime, he wrote over forty novels and one play, Francesca da Rimini. His novels include Dr. Claudius, A Roman Singer, A Cigarette Maker's Romance, The Witch of Prague, The Heart of Rome, and The Diva's Ruby. He died on April 9, 1909.

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