Bonny Jean, and A Severe Threat — page 175: what you’re looking at

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168 A SEVERE THREAT. tell you that I hate you—Aaze you? Did I not swear that if you made me your unwilling bride you should rue it to your dying day? Well, sir, I meant every word that I uttered; I never break my vow. . 1 am your wife in the eyes of the law—all shat is beyond recall; but keep your distance, Sir John Sydney, or you are a dead man. Iam desperate under the burden of my wrongs. Ihave sworn to punish you, and: that shall be the one aim of my future life.” As the words passed her lips her eyes fell upon the window at her side, and a low frightened cry escaped her; for there preSsed close against the pane, was a white, haggard face, the wild, dilated eyes watching her intently. It was the face of Howard Ashleigh. CHAPTER XIII. LADY VENETIA. ‘We left Lola Gordon with her new friend, the actress, under the tree on the road-side, weak and suffering acutely from the effects of the sprain which she had received, yet struggling to her feet to hurl denunciation upon the man who listened in unfeigned astonishment. Ere the words had scarcely passed her lips, he struck his horses sharply, and the barouche rolled away. Hecast no backward glance, but his face had grown exceedingly white, and the gloved hand which held the reins trembled violently. As soon as the two girls were alone, Dot Wylde turned her astonished face toward her companion. ‘Great heavens!” she ejaculated, ‘‘what in the world possessed you to talk in that way to ‘hafman? Who is he? Whoever he is he looked awfully cut up at what you said. Why it sounded like a scene from a drama.” Lola’s face grew ashen white. ‘That man is my father,” she said, in a low tone; ‘but as Eomicbooks.co oS