Sharing Her Crime: A Novel

1.—GUY EARLSCOURT'S WIFE. 2.—A WONDERFUL WOMAN. 3.—A TERRIBLE SECRET. 4.—NORINE'S REVENGE. 5.—A MAD MARRIAGE. 6.—ONE NIGHT'S MYSTERY. 7.—KATE DANTON. 8.—SILENT AND TRUE. 9.—HEIR OF CHARLTON. 10.—CARRIED BY STORM. 11.—LOST FOR A WOMAN. 12.—A WIFE'S TRAGEDY. 13.—A CHANGED HEART. 14.—PRIDE AND PASSION. 15.—SHARING HER CRIME ( New ).
Mrs. Fleming's stories are growing more and more popular every day. Their delineations of character, life-like conversations, flashes of wit, constantly varying scenes, and deeply interesting plots, combine to place their author in the very first rank of Modern Novelists.
GUY EARLSCOURT'S WIFE, A TERRIBLE SECRET, SILENT AND TRUE, A WONDERFUL WOMAN, LOST FOR A WOMAN, ONE NIGHT'S MYSTERY, A MAD MARRIAGE, ETC., ETC.
A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a spirit still and bright, With something of an angel light.

'Tis a woman hard of feature, Old, and void of all good nature. 'Tis an ugly, envious shrew, Railing forever at me and you. —Pope.
t was Christmas Eve. All day long crowds of gayly dressed people had walked the streets, basking in the bright wintry sunshine. Sleigh after sleigh went dashing past, with merrily jingling bells, freighted with rosy cheeks, and bright eyes, and youthful faces, all aglow with happiness.
But the sun must set on Christmas Eve, as on all other days; and redly, threateningly, angrily, he sank down in the far west. Dark, sullen clouds came rolling ominously over the heavens; the wind blew piercingly cold, accompanied with a thin, drizzling rain that froze ere it fell.
Gradually the streets were deserted as the storm in creased in fury; but the Yule logs were piled high, the curtains drawn, and every house, save one , in the handsome street to which my story leads me, was all aglow, all ablaze with light.
In a lull of the storm the sounds of music and merry-making would rise and swell on the air, as light feet tripped merrily amid the mazes of the dance; or a silvery peal of laughter would break easily on the wayfarer's ear. The reflection of the light through the crimson curtains shed a warm, rosy glow over the snowy ground, brightening the gloom of that stormy winter's night.