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    A Difficult Problem: 1900
    A Difficult Problem: 1900
    A Difficult Problem: 1900
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    A Difficult Problem: 1900

    By Anna Katharine Green

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    DigiCat Publishing presents to you this special edition of "A Difficult Problem" (1900) by Anna Katharine Green. DigiCat Publishing considers every written word to be a legacy of humankind. Every DigiCat book has been carefully reproduced for republishing in a new modern format. The books are available in print, as well as ebooks. DigiCat hopes you will treat this work with the acknowledgment and passion it deserves as a classic of world literature.
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    PublisherDigiCat
    Release dateSep 4, 2022
    ISBN8596547241065
    A Difficult Problem: 1900
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    Anna Katharine Green

    Anna Katharine Green (1846–1935) was an American writer and prominent figure in the detective genre. Born in New York City, Green developed an affinity for literature at an early age. She studied at Ripley Female College in Vermont and was mentored by poet, Ralph Waldo Emerson. One of Green’s best-known works is The Leavenworth Case, which was published in 1878. It was a critical and commercial success that made her one of the leading voices in literature. Over the course of her career, Green would go on to write nearly 40 books.

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      A Difficult Problem - Anna Katharine Green

      Anna Katharine Green

      A Difficult Problem

      1900

      EAN 8596547241065

      DigiCat, 2022

      Contact: DigiCat@okpublishing.info

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      A LADY to see you, sir.

      I looked up and was at once impressed by the grace and beauty of the person thus introduced to me.

      Is there anything I can do to serve you? I asked, rising.

      She cast me a child-like look full of trust and candor as she seated herself in the chair I pointed out to her.

      I believe so, I hope so, she earnestly assured me. I—I am in great trouble. I have just lost my husband—but it is not that. It is the slip of paper I found on my dresser, and which—which——

      She was trembling violently and her words were fast becoming incoherent. I calmed her and asked her to relate her story just as it had happened; and after a few minutes of silent struggle she succeeded in collecting herself sufficiently to respond with some degree of connection and self-possession.

      "I have been married six months. My name is Lucy Holmes. For the last few weeks my husband and myself have been living in an apartment house on Fifty-ninth Street, and as we had not a care in the world, we were very happy till Mr. Holmes was called away on business to Philadelphia. This was two weeks ago. Five days later I received an affectionate letter from him, in which he promised to come back the next day; and the news so delighted me that I accepted an invitation to the theater from some intimate friends of ours. The next morning I naturally felt fatigued and rose late; but I was very cheerful, for I expected my husband at noon. And now comes the perplexing mystery. In the course of dressing myself I stepped to my bureau, and seeing a small newspaper-slip attached to the cushion by a pin, I drew it off and read it. It was a death notice, and my hair rose and my limbs failed me as I took in its fatal and incredible words.

      " ‘Died this day at the Colonnade, James Forsythe De Witt Holmes. New York papers please copy.’

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