Bonny Jean, and A Severe Threat — page 173: what you’re looking at

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166 A SEVERE THREAT. CHAPTER XII. AFTER THE WEDDING. She stood like a marble statue alone in her sumptuous cham- . ber, from which she had gone forth only an hour before. ~ She had not removed the bridal finery, and in her shimmering robe she was ‘‘ fronting her chamber’s loneliness.” Her chains were forged now—-heavy, galling, and unbearable ; and there lay be- fore her a future from which she shrank back appalled. Lady Sydney! How she hated the name, hated the title! To her a coronet was less than nothing, compared with the crown of priceless love which had been hers. Alas! Heaven help her! ad deen/ For Geraldine firmly believed that the face upon which she had looked upon the pavement before St. George’s—that face so like the loved and lost—had been the re- sult of her own disordered a ear tay! apparition conjured up from the grave of the past. The great oaken door swung slowly open, and Sir John Syd- ney crossed the threshold. He paused—his ferret-like eyes drinking in her superb beauty. But Geraldine was a different creature in his unwelcome presence. No tears, no sobs, no shrinking now. She turned, with a scornful gesture, and pointed to the door. ‘‘Sir John Sydney,” she demanded, haughtily, her voice clear and metallic, ‘‘by what right do you intrude upon my privacy P” The baronet tossed his bullet head back, and his sides shook with silent laughter, as he sank into a satin-cushioned chair. ‘‘ By Jove!” he ejaculated, when he was able to speak for merriment, ‘‘that’sgood, now! RzghtP Why, madam, you are Lady Geraldine Sydney, and I am your lawful husband.” “Tt ts false!” Gomicbooks.co 3