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Annie Shepherd Swan, CBE (8 July 1859 – 17 June 1943) was a Scottish journalist and fiction writer. She wrote mainly under her maiden name, but also as David Lyall and later Mrs Burnett Smith. A writer of romantic fiction for women, she had over 200 novels, serials, stories and other fiction published between 1878 and her death. She has been called "one of the most commercially successful popular novelists of the later nineteenth and early twentieth centuries". Swan was politically active in the First World War, and as a suffragist, a Liberal activist and founder-member and vice-president of the Scottish National Party.
Tell me about it—every single, solitary thing, and then I’ll tell you how glad I am,” said Mary Powell, quietly, though her colour had brightened, and her eyes were shining. “That’s just what I’ve been longing to do all day,” responded Mr. Heath, and thereupon laid the facts before his friend. “But the condition—it’s so absurd, I can hardly tell it to you,” he added in conclusion. “Oh, do! You mustn’t keep anything back,” she said, with a smile of amused interest.
Then the blundering Richard proceeded to make matters worse, although he only gave expression to a very genuine feeling. “I say, how awfully jolly if you had been a man; then we could have gone together.
Love beautifies and invests its object with a thousand nameless graces unrevealed to the indifferent eye.
Tell me about it—every single, solitary thing, and then I’ll tell you how glad I am,” said Mary Powell, quietly, though her colour had brightened, and her eyes were shining. “That’s just what I’ve been longing to do all day,” responded Mr. Heath, and thereupon laid the facts before his friend. “But the condition—it’s so absurd, I can hardly tell it to you,” he added in conclusion. “Oh, do! You mustn’t keep anything back,” she said, with a smile of amused interest.
