A Duluth Tragedy by Thomas A. Janvier

Because of the odd channel in which his thoughts were running, Maltham had the still odder fancy for an instant that the young girl who entered the room was the dead Ulrica of whom the Major had spoken -- "a queen, and of a line of queens. " And even when this thought had passed -- so quickly that it was gone before he had risen to his feet to greet her -- the impression of her queenliness remained. For this living woman bearing a dead name might have been Aslauga herself: so tall and stately was she, and so fair with that cold beauty of the North of which the soul is fire. Instinctively he felt the fire, and knew that it still slumbered -- and knew, too, that in the fulness of time, being awakened, it would glow with a consuming splendour in her dark eyes.

All this went in a flash through his mind before the Major said: "Pehmit me, Mr. Maltham, to present yo' to my daughteh, Miss Ulrica Ashley. " And added: "Mr. Maltham was passing, Ulrica, and did me the honeh to accept my invitation to come in."