Adela Cathcart

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. IT was the afternoon of Christmas Eve, sinking towards the night. All day long the wintry light had been diluted with fog, and now the Vanguard of the darkness coming to aid the mist, the dying day was well-nigh smo...