The Lure of the Mask - Harold Macgrath - Bog

The Lure of the Mask is a mystery novel written by Harold MacGrath. The story follows the life of a young and wealthy American girl named Doris who is on a trip to Paris. She is engaged to a man named Whitney Cameron, who is a wealthy and successful businessman. However, Doris is not in love with Whitney and is instead drawn to a mysterious man who wears a mask.The masked man is a master thief who is known as ""The Black Terror"" in the criminal underworld. Doris becomes fascinated with him and begins to investigate his past. She discovers that he is actually a nobleman who has been forced to become a thief in order to support his family.As Doris gets closer to The Black Terror, she realizes that she is falling in love with him. However, she also knows that he is a criminal and that their love can never be accepted by society. Doris must decide whether to stay with Whitney, who can offer her a secure and comfortable life, or to follow her heart and risk everything for The Black Terror.The Lure of the Mask is a thrilling and romantic novel that explores the themes of love, loyalty, and betrayal. It is a classic piece of literature that has captivated readers for generations.1908. With illustrations by Harrison Fisher and Carl Anderson. MacGrath, a prolific writer, wrote for newspapers until 1890 when he published his first novel Arms and the Woman. The Lure of the Mask begins: Out of the unromantic night, out of the somber blurring January fog, came a voice lifted in song, a soprano, rich, full and round, young yet matured, sweet and mysterious as a night-bird's, haunting and elusive as the murmur of the sea in a shell: a lilt from La Fille de Madame Ango, a light opera long since forgotten in New York. Hillard, genuinely astonished, lowered his pipe and listened. To sit dreaming by an open window, even in this unlovely first month of the year, in that grim unhandsome city which boasts of its riches and still accepts with smug content its rows upon rows of ugly architecture, to sit dreaming, then, of red-tiled roofs, of cloud-caressed hills, of terraced vineyards, of cypresses in their dark aloofness, is not out of the natural order of things; but that into this idle and pleasant dream there should enter so divine a voice, living, feeling, pulsing, this was not ordinary at all. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.