The Bride Elect: or, The Doom of the Double Roses — page 157: what you’re looking at

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148 THE BRIDE ELECT. between them, and the drooping figure of the little girl in the white bonnet had disappeared behind the portly form of General Malmsbury. ‘‘ Girl, have you the heart to go in this way?” ejaculated Anthony Drummond; almost choking with indignation. ‘(Can you dare me to my face, traitress?” My lady turned pale, as well as she mighf, and eyed him wildly. For a brief moment the bland mask was dropped, and my lady was looking at this mterloper with conster- nation. 3 ‘‘Beware, sir!” exclaimed Lord ‘Tresilyan. ‘‘ Stand back, and do not interfere with her ladyship.” ‘“‘T claim her as a member of my house,” uttered the unfortunate captain, stamping his foot. ‘‘1 demand one interview on behalf of-——” -** Knter, Lady Tresilyan,” said my lord, in a low tone. He hurried her in, took the carriage-door in his hand, thus guarding the entrance, and looked full in the captain’s face with his calm, electrical eyes. : ‘‘If once you exercised authority over her, you cannot do so now, sir. I acknowledge she was of your family once, but she is my wife now, and under my protection. If you have any proposals to make, write to her ladyship and explain your mode of action. I have no doubt justice will be done you; but excuse me if | permit no such interview as you demand to take place on Sunday, and in the public streets of Edinburgh.” He bowed low, gave a signal to the postilions, entered the carriage, and slammed the door, and in an instant the gay equipage was rolling down the street, but not before a cer- tain sentence of my lady’s reached the stunned ears of Cap- tain Drummond: ** Audley—oh, my lord, he is an impostor! I never saw him before. Don’t believe him.” And then the slightly blanched face of lovely Lady LTresilyan flashed out for a last glance at her deserted confronter, and the little sister was for a second time for- saken. | : And, perhaps for the first time in his life, Anthony Drummond, white as chalk with passion, uttered a fierce imprecation as he snapped his stout cane in two, dashed it pee ground, and spurned the broken pieces with his OOU, 3 | 7 Eomichbooks iGO