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C—O AGNES; OB, BEAUTY AND PLEASURE. 65 aa Pe re ete ae : ats) \ We =a XR , \nty q in Ny VAY ‘NAN \ 5 —as to suffer that the lips should breathe aught, | your mother’s—you told me so at the time——"’ whether true or false, into the ear of that poor old} ‘Oh, my God!’’—and Winifred wrung her man, which may add to the afflictions he already | hands bitterly ; then goaded to desperation by the endures, and which for a quarter of a century he | threats which Mrs. Chicklade had held out, and has known !”’ which the poor girl knew she was only too capable «Ah ! [have touched you—have I ?”’ exclaimed | of carrying into execution, she cried, “ Swear that Mrs. Chicklade, with a savage malignity of coun- | you will not do me this mischief, or I shall do you tenance. a worse one first! There is the feeling of the ‘But no ! no !—he would not believe it !’’ cried | tigress within me——”’ Miss Barrington : ‘‘ he would not believe it! He ** Hush, fool !—we are observed !” suddenly ex- loves me too well—he has too much faith in| claimed Mrs. Chicklade, waving her hands me- me rs nacingly. **Do not flatter yourself that it is so.’’ ejacu- Mrs. De Vere and Charles had, as the reader is lated the woman. ‘‘ Could I not tell a tale that | aware, set out for their walk in the most secluded would conyince him? Aye!—and here is the , neighbourhood of their residence ; and it chanced, proof—here is the reward I received!’’ she con- | or else it was willed by fate. that they should igi tea off her glove and displayinga ring | come suddenly upon the scene which the bend in O. J. AGNES, is so fiendishly malignant—so thoroughly depraved | upon the little finger of her right hand. “It was | CoOMmicloOolks Com