Despard, the Spy: Or, The Fall of Montreal — page 21: what you’re looking at

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AN UNINVITED GUEST. 19 “Why did the fool defy mc? Why did he say to me that I should never marry you? It was his own fault.” “You tre speaking of my brother, the man you killed,’ she said, her eyes in a blaze of passion. “A fool go with his soul, go where it will,” said Dujardin. ‘Why did he force me to do it? The blade was in my hand before I knew it. Let him alone; he only got his due.” “ Leave this house, which you have made so’ desolate, and never again pollute it with your tread. I hate you, as I do any snake that crawle and hisscs. Do not speak to me again,” “T am not good-natured enough to agree to that. Do ask any thing in reason, Marie, and it shall be granted, Sit down here by me.’ He had taken a seat upOn a small sofa, and left room for her by his side, “ Leave the house!” she cried. “ Bah! Do not make me think you have so poor an opin- ion of my good sense. I came to talk with you. Stand, if you prefer, but: answer my questions. When are we to be married ?” “ Fool, as well as villain, never /” | ‘Complimentary, to be sure! But then, when one is used to these little affectionate terms, ‘ne cares little for them, and you have lavished them liberally on me. At. the same time, that is not an answer to my question.” ‘Let this be your answer: When truth and honor are for- gotten on the face of the earth—-when the sun will not shine nor the moon give her light—-when treason is honorable and murder a virtuous act—and when there ig no longer steel, bullet or cord to end your hateful life, then I will be your wife.” “ Strong—smells of sulphur. When— and: so forth. I won't go over tliat string of affected nonsense. Imagine all you have, supposed has come to pags, and: get ready to be my wife; for I swear to you that, by fair means or foul—and I am not at all particular. which—you shall be mine. Twice I have attempted to get possession of your person. As many times, thanke to the devil, I have fuiled. On. the third trial comicbooks