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Often referred to as the "American Agatha Christie," Mary Roberts Rinehart did much to popularize and refine the mystery genre in the United States. The Street of Seven Stars follows an American musician, Harmony Wells, to Austria, where she has gone to hone her violin skills. Though the dashing doctor she meets there appears to want to protect her, there may be more to his motives than meets the eye.
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The Street of Seven Stars
1914, Floating Press
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Title; Contents; Chapter I; Chapter II; Chapter III; Chapter IV; Chapter V; Chapter VI; Chapter VII; Chapter VIII; Chapter IX; Chapter X; Chapter XI; Chapter XII; Chapter XIII; Chapter XIV; Chapter XV; Chapter XVI; Chapter XVII; Chapter XVIII; Chapter XIX; Chapter XX; Chapter XXI; Chapter XXII; Chapter XXIII; Chapter XXIV; Chapter XXV; Chapter XXVI; Chapter XXVII.
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From the book:The old stucco house sat back in a garden, or what must once have been a garden, when that part of the Austrian city had een a royal game preserve. Tradition had it that the Empress Maria Theresa had used the building as a hunting-lodge, and undoubtedly there was something royal in the proportions of the salon. With all the candles lighted in the great glass chandelier, and no sidelights, so that the broken paneling was mercifully obscured by gloom, it was easy to believe that the great empress herself had sat in one of the tall old chairs and listened to anecdotes of questionable character; even, if tradition may be believed, related not a few herself. The chandelier was not lighted on this rainy November night. Outside in the garden the trees creaked and bent before the wind, and the heavy barred gate, left open by the last comer, a piano student named Scatchett and dubbed "Scatch" - the gate slammed to and fro monotonously, giving now and then just enough pause for a hope that it had latched itself, a hope that was always destroyed by the next gust. One candle burned in the salon. Originally lighted for the purpose of enabling Miss Scatchett to locate the score of a Tschaikowsky concerto, it had been moved to the small center table, and had served to give light if not festivity to the afternoon coffee and cakes.
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