Guy Earlscourt's Wife — page 207: what you’re looking at

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A New Way to Pay Old Debts”. 195 it fon and yer and legatee, lef’ = ery shilling she possessea to her elder ai she nephew, Lord Montaue:. Guy had been cut off without even a guinea to buy a mourning rine, “for his evil courses,” the a that will pointedly said—the shameful courses waich, for the first ik ater, time, had brought disgrace upon the name of Karlseourt. Ua poor . In that hour of triumph the elder brother had east, in spite hear of himself, one glance of tritmph at the disinherited favyor- ite, Guy stood perfeetly calm—it was his death-warrant he ‘| unify heard read, but not a muscle moved: his handsome fhee | room, looked as serenely, as coolly indifferent as though he had half wore a million or so at his benker’s. And Lord Montatien had ps of set, his teeth with an inward oath—-he could not conquer him ! maid —ill the hour ot his downtall he rose above him still, “Curse him!” he hissed; “L always hated him for his e, and d——d patrician beauty and languor, his air noble, as the » lock women calf it, and his insufferable insolenee, and L hate him want more now, in his utter downfall, than | ever did before. I \ rough wish he were here, that | might for once throw off the mask a and tell him so.” f this The master he served seeined inclined to let him have his wiy in this as in all other things. The wish had searecely’ aronet tuken shape, when the door was flung open, and his groom | r1SON- of the chambers announced “Mr. EKarlseourt.” Lord Montalien paused in bis walk, and, crossing over to sweet the chimneypieee, leaned his arm upon it, and looked full at his brother, that exultant, Satanic smile bright yet on his , with face. He had this last desire, as he had had all others; the | fally man he hated, and whom he had helped to ruin, stood before ryt | him, in the dark hour of his life. pee) vers Guy came slowly forward and stood directly opposite to , him, at the. other end of the mantel. Ile, too, wore mourn- ’ ing, his face was very grave, very haggard, very pale. Dark circles surrounded his eyes, but that noble air, which his brother so hated, had not left him. He looked handsomer, nobler, now in his utter downfall, beyond all comparison, than the wealthy, the well-reputed Lord »f Montalien. And . Francis Earlscourt saw it and knew it. x “Well, Guy,” he began, slowly, “and so the worst has come. Have you visited me to congratulate me, or to ask my syan- pathy for your own great misfortune! Who would have rather thought Miss Farlseourt would have had the heart to disin- yours herit her favorite? . | rs be- Uhe mocking tone, exe exultant look, were indescribable. scourt. Guy lifted his dark eye: and looxed stea#Rly across at him. s office “Tt must have been a tremendous blow,” the elder con- ne lav tinued; “it wa: your last hope. Perhaps, thongh, 1 is not dinner French alien’s comicbooks.com