Images associated with Braddon's 1894 "Herself."
"Is it not a lucky house, Miss Hammond,"
"How not lucky?"
"And your nice is dying," I said, savagely.
" I tugged savagely at the door."
"You cannot find that curious old glass flattering to your vanity."
"To think of what must come–at last."
" Strange that she should care to pore over an old gentleman's diary."
–" was struggling to her feet and staring wildly."
