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Delphi Collected Works of Marie Corelli (Illustrated) von Corelli, Marie (eBook)

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Delphi Collected Works of Marie Corelli (Illustrated)

The English novelist and mystic Marie Corelli enjoyed an immensely successful career, her novels selling more copies than her popular contemporaries, Arthur Conan Doyle, H. G. Wells and Rudyard Kipling. Her sensation, romance and fantasy novels were eagerly devoured by millions across the world and her admirers ranged from Queen Victoria and Gladstone to the poorest citizens. Today her novels have been largely ignored by critics, though during the height of her success she was the best selling and most highly paid author in England. For the first time in publishing history, this eBook presents Corelli's complete fictional works in the US public domain, with numerous illustrations, rare texts, informative introductions and the usual Delphi bonus material. (Version 1) Beautifully illustrated with images relating to Corelli's life and works Concise introductions to the major novels All 21 novels in the US public domain, with individual contents tables Features rare novels appearing for the first time in digital publishing, including 'Wormwood', 'Barabbas', 'Holy Orders' and many more Images of how the books were first published, giving your eReader a taste of the original texts Excellent formatting of the texts Rare story collections available in no other eBook Special chronological and alphabetical contents tables for the short stories Easily locate the short stories you want to read A selection of non-fiction Scholarly ordering of texts into chronological order and literary genres Please note: due to copyright restrictions, Corelli's last two novels ('Love and the Philosopher' and 'Open Confession') cannot appear in the collection. When new texts enter the public domain, they will be added to the eBook as a free update. Please visit www.delphiclassics.com to browse through our range of exciting titles CONTENTS: The Novels A Romance of Two Worlds Vendetta! Thelma Ardath Wormwood: A Drama of Paris The Soul of Lilith Barabbas The Sorrows of Satan The Mighty Atom The Murder of Delicia Ziska: The Problem of a Wicked Soul Boy The Master-Christian Temporal Power: A Study in Supremacy God's Good Man Treasure of Heaven Holy Orders Life Everlasting Innocent The Young Diana The Secret Power The Shorter Fiction Cameos The Song of Miriam and Other Stories Jane The Strange Visitation of Josiah McNason Delicia and Other Stories The Love of Long Ago, and Other Stories The Short Stories List of Short Stories in Chronological Order List of Short Stories in Alphabetical Order The Non-Fiction The Modern Marriage Market The Passing of the Great Queen Please visit www.delphiclassics.com to browse through our range of exciting titles or to purchase this eBook as a Parts Edition of individual eBooks

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    Format: ePUB
    Kopierschutz: AdobeDRM
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    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9781786560988
    Verlag: Delphi Classics
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Delphi Collected Works of Marie Corelli (Illustrated)

CHAPTER I.

AN ARTIST'S STUDIO.

In the winter of 188-, I was afflicted by a series of nervous ailments, brought on by overwork and overworry. Chief among these was a protracted and terrible insomnia, accompanied by the utmost depression of spirits and anxiety of mind. I became filled with the gloomiest anticipations of evil; and my system was strung up by slow degrees to such a high tension of physical and mental excitement, that the quietest and most soothing of friendly voices had no other effect upon me than to jar and irritate. Work was impossible; music, my one passion, intolerable; books became wearisome to my sight; and even a short walk in the open air brought with it such lassitude and exhaustion, that I soon grew to dislike the very thought of moving out of doors. In such a condition of health, medical aid became necessary; and a skilful and amiable physician, Dr. R -- , of great repute in nervous ailments, attended me for many weeks, with but slight success. He was not to blame, poor man, for his failure to effect a cure. He had only one way of treatment, and he applied it to all his patients with more or less happy results. Some died, some recovered; it was a lottery on which my medical friend staked his reputation, and won. The patients who died were never heard of more - those who recovered sang the praises of their physician everywhere, and sent him gifts of silver plate and hampers of wine, to testify their gratitude. His popularity was very great; his skill considered marvellous; and his inability to do ME any good arose, I must perforce imagine, out of some defect or hidden obstinacy in my constitution, which was to him a new experience, and for which he was unprepared. Poor Dr. R -- ! How many bottles of your tastily prepared and expensive medicines have I not swallowed, in blind confidence and blinder ignorance of the offences I thus committed against all the principles of that Nature within me, which, if left to itself, always heroically struggles to recover its own proper balance and effect its own cure; but which, if subjected to the experimental tests of various poisons or drugs, often loses strength in the unnatural contest and sinks exhausted, perhaps never to rise with actual vigour again. Baffled in his attempts to remedy my ailments, Dr. R -- at last resorted to the usual plan adopted by all physicians when their medicines have no power. He recommended change of air and scene, and urged my leaving London, then dark with the fogs of a dreary winter, for the gaiety and sunshine and roses of the Riviera. The idea was not unpleasant to me, and I determined to take the advice proffered. Hearing of my intention, some American friends of mine, Colonel Everard and his charming young wife, decided to accompany me, sharing with me the expenses of the journey and hotel accommodation. We left London all together on a damp foggy evening, when the cold was so intense that it seemed to bite the flesh like the sharp teeth of an animal, and after two days' rapid journey, during which I felt my spirits gradually rising, and my gloomy forebodings vanishing slowly one by one, we arrived at Cannes, and put up at the Hotel de L -- . It was a lovely place, and most beautifully situated; the garden was a perfect wilderness of roses in full bloom, and an avenue of orange-trees beginning to flower cast a delicate fragrance on the warm delicious air.

Mrs. Everard was delighted.

"If you do not recover your health here," she said half laughingly to me on the second morning after our arrival, "I am afraid your case is hopeless. What sunshine! What a balmy wind! It is enough to make a cripple cast away his crutches and forget he was ever lame. Don't you think so?"

I smiled in answer, but inwardly I sighed. Beautiful as the scenery, the air, and the general surroundings were, I could not disguise from myself that the temporary exhilaration of my feelings, caused by the

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