Bonny Jean, and A Severe Threat — page 230: what you’re looking at

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A SEVERE THREAT. 223 progressed. Dot did her level best and received well deserved applause and several floral offerings. All of a sudden she raised her eyes to a proscenium box occupied by two ladies and a gen- tleman. Her face grew as white as the face of a dead person, her eyes dilated wildly, she caught her breath quickly, and then, turning away resolutely, she went on with her part. She was called before the curtain at the close of the performance. Among the bouquets showered upon her was a bunch of white roses—no other blossoms—just the Snowy, innocent, fragrant roses. She stooped and picked up the bouquet, and bore it away in her hand. Pale and breathless, she sought Lola in the greenroom. ‘‘Lola! Lola!” she panted, eagerly. ‘‘I have seen him! Those flowers came from him! Oh, it is just like a fairy tale!” — “Seen whom ?” queried Lola. ‘‘I do not understand you, Dot.” Dot averted her head. ‘*The man whose face I saw in my dream,” she answered. ‘You need not look so incredulous, Lola. I told you I would know him if I ever saw him. He was in front to-night, and— and—Lola, don’t laugh ; that’s “oo bad—TI feel sure that I shall meet him again.” , CHAPTER XXVII, ARRAIGNED |! There are born avengers in this world ; spirits whose mission it is to bring punishment upon the guilty, who know no mercy, and whose hearts are steeled to pity. I think Geraldine Ver- non was one of these rare characters, for never once, sleeping or waking, did she waver, or forget her determination to punish this man, who, brutal wretch though he was, yet called himself her husband. The suite of apartments which she occupied communicated with each other, and with the doors well screened she remained cComichbooks (e(o)