Bonny Jean, and A Severe Threat — page 219: what you’re looking at

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212° A SEVERE THREAT. feet. Howard took both her cold little hands, and looked into — her face, ‘‘My child,” he said, softly, ‘‘ what if it zs death ?”. Something in her eyes told the whole story. Howard’s heart bounded in his bosom, and then stood still. He drew her head down upon his shoulder, and gazed into her blue eyes. “Kittie,” he said, in a low, hushed tone, ‘‘it may be death ; but if it be God’s will that we should be spared, will you be my wife, Kittie?” She uttered a glad little cry, and buried her face in her hands. She did not stop to think that he had not said, ‘‘Z love you.” She did not dream (in her innocence of the world’s wicked ways) that he had asked her this question, for her own sake alone, and to save her fair name from invidious comment and slander- ous tongues; she only knew that he Aad asked her, and she. faltered, brokenly : — “TI will.” At that moment a loud shout broke the midnight silence, fol- lowed by another and another; then they saw, looming up through the dense gloom and darkness, a vessel bearing down toward the island. CHAPTER XXIII. ACCUSED. Sir John Sydney stood glaring down triumphantly upon the white-faced woman, whose dark eyes, full of unquenchable hatred, met his own; and for a time awful silence reigned ; broken at last by the baronet, who strode forward and seized her arm in his rough grasp. _ “Come,” he hissed, vengefully ; ‘‘ your game is played out ; =) EOmIichbooks.co