Bonny Jean, and A Severe Threat — page 214: what you’re looking at

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A SEVERE THREAT, 207 ing for the hour to come when she should pay him back for all that he had done? The very thought brought the cold dew of despair upon his brow. Strange that he never thought of the discrepancy in years between the woman whose gentle heart he had ruthlessly broken, and this fair young girl, whose voice was like a singing bird. He thought of.nothing, save that she was before him, and her name was Stella Gordon. Trembling and horrified, half*dead with fear and reproach, ab- ject coward that he was, Sir John staggered from the theater, and reached his carriage. Somehow, he never stopped to in- quire how it had occurred, Lady Venetia was already seated there. | She caught his arm in a fierce grasp, and raised her steely eyes to his own. ‘Listen, Sir John Sydney!” she panted; ‘‘I have some- thing wonderful to tell you !” * * > % oK * An hour later, Dot and Lola, in their plain little parlor, with Geraldine lying, pale as a snow-wreath, upon a couch, were recounting the occurrences of the evening, when there camea loud, imperative rap upon the door. ‘Come in!” cried Dot, briskly ; for at that late hour she believed it could be no one but Mrs, Brown. The door swung slowly open; and then, with a gasp ot ~ horror, Dot sprang to her feet as she beheld the visitor—Sir John Sydney ! He looked like a demon as he paused upon the threshold, confronting the horror-stricken group in awful silence, his wicked eyes wandering slowly and comprehensively over their blanched and terrified faces. ‘Then he drew nearer, and his voice rang out in malicious triumph : ‘‘ Lady Geraldine Sydney |” he said, calmly ; ‘‘I have come for my wife!" (ee) =) Eomichooks: