Bonny Jean, and A Severe Threat — page 238: what you’re looking at

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A SEVERE THREAT. 231 her lips, although she would have given anything for power to repress it, for there before her, tall, handsome, and stately, stood Lloyd Vernon, his dark eyes fixed upon her startled face. He held out both his hands eagerly. ‘* Lola!” he cried. ‘“When did you come home?” she queried, not daring to elance into his face. ‘‘FHome?” he repeated, with bitter emphasis, ‘‘I have none, I arrived in England two daysago. Lola, I have heard all, all the strange, wild story—how my sister was rescued —and by whom-—from her terrible fate. I have you to thank, bright, brave, darling, that she was saved “But to be lost again,” interrupted Lola. ‘‘Oh, Mr. Vernon, you do not know how nearly insane I was when I found that he—that wretch—had carried Geraldine away again, first stealing from me the only proof of his own crime, of whose existence I knew. You have heard all?” she added, with a quiver in her voice, ‘All. And, Lola, since I have found you here alone, I bee you to listen to me, for I cannot wait to tell you my story. Dar- ling, I love you! I have loved you since I first saw you! Sit down upon this seat under the lime tree and listen—will you, Lola, while I tell you the shameful story of my past ?” Pale and trembling, she faced him bravely. ‘Lloyd Vernon,” she faltered, ‘‘you One yourself, Where is Lady Venetia?” ‘*T am free!” he answered. ‘‘Lola, for Heaven’s sake do not imagine that I would insult you by words of love without the legal right to speak them! Iam going to tell you my sad story now, and let you judge for yourself wherein I have sinned and have been sinned against.” And, sitting under the waving shadow of the lime tree at his side, Lola listened while Lloyd Vernon repeated the sad story of his past. He spared Lady Venetia nothing, but revealed her machi- Eomichooks (eo)