The Pride of Jennico by Egerton Castle — Read

AND now what I must set down of myself is so passing strange that had I not, I myself, lived through it, were I not now in an earthly hell for the mere want of her, I could not have believed that human nature-above all the superior quality of human nature appertaining to Basil Jennico-could be so weak a thing.

I had meant to be master: I found myself a slave! And slave of what? A dimple, a pair of yellow eyes, veiled by long black lashes-a saucy child!