Agnes, or, Beauty and Pleasure — page 249: what you’re looking at

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a - AGNES; OR, BEAUTY AND PLEASURE. yj Y i) Wy a Y Y | Wii] ie J 2 4 . ’ iC € = == SS = _ SN in SS ee — _amwe pal ae i Ie AGRE LSS ) SS ———E———————— =~ In = IN “Unfaithful? No, sir!’ responded Ormsby. ‘‘But without entering into any particulars for the present I have neither the time nor the temper to do so let me thoroughly impress you with the fact that everything is at an end between Agnes Evelyn and yourself!” Charles reeled and staggered two or three paces backward, as if he were smitten a sudden blow or seized with a vertigo. He gasped for breath, and his eyes glared wildly ; for Ormsby spoke as if with the voice of doom itself. * And now, sir,” said the nobleman, rising from his seat, “I shall take my departure.” “One word, sir! one word!” cried Charles, who was half distracted. ‘Pray tell me who you are! Do you come as a messenger from Agnes? Or by what other right? Ob, I knew not that she had a relative in the world!—and surely none other No. 83.—AGNEs. \ 241 S| NW Zs SW eV Fa ” ™| than a kinsman could have been sent with such a message as this ?” “No matter who I am,” said Ormsby; “you will sooner or later know. But rest assured that I am not usurping in respect to Agnes a right which _ “Ah, then,” cried Charles, clutching ata sudden hope, “it is without the knowledge or consent of Agnes that you are interfering between us!” ‘Within a very short time, Mr. De Vere,” said Ormsby, “you shall receive a letter from Miss Evelyn which will fully confirm the announcement I have made to you.” “But what have I done?” demanded our hero: “why am I thus cruelly treated? Oh! not fora single instant can I think so ill of Agnes as to suppose that she has listened to the offers of an- other who may perhaps be richer than myself! No, Vou. II. SS a ete Oo SCO) COMMicloo® nn