Mary of Marion Isle
by H. Rider Haggard
Haggard's penultimate novel! His cousin Algernon was really different. First, her clothes were flawless, made by London's finest seamstress, and apparently dressed in a new moment. In this perfect outer sheath was a short, pale eyed, cruel young man with straight, sandy hair and no eyebrows, a man whose restless rough and wet hands betrayed the deadly disease with which he was shot, a poor, banal young man who loved the world and was thirsty for his pleasures, and it was still too early to say goodbye to them.
