The fire burned brightly in the gloomy room, and a November rain beat drearily against the high windows. The guests were held in a strange hypnosis by the atmosphere of the hour, and none challenged the old man's statement. They waited, expectantly, knowing that some story must follow, and after a moment it did.
"The Lady And The Sin,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 15
, Article 10.
Available at: https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol15/iss2/10