Guy Earlscourt's Wife — page 210: what you’re looking at

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198 ‘‘A New Way to Pay Old Debts.” “The place of my outlawry is 2 matter that in no way con: ecrms you.” “Very true; and what dees it signify—America, Australia, Aliveria—i't is all the same. But don’t you feel a curiosity 1o hiow how you came to be disinherited? Most men would, thik: and you were such a favorite with old Miss Earls- eourt, a3 with all women, young and old, indeed.” “Through your brotherly kindness, I'rank, no doubt.” “(Quite right—through my brotherly kindness. But for me you would to-day be heir to our lamented maiden aunt’s large fortune, able to snap your fingers in the faces of the Jews, and marry Paulina Lisle yourself, if you desired it. She was ready to forgive .‘ou, seventy times seven, to pay your debts to the end of the chapter, and leave you ali when she died—but for me!—but for me! Shall I tell vou, Guy, how I did it?” “Tf you please.” “By means of the girl whose case you have come here to nlead—by means of Alice Warren. Your gambing, your drinking, your mad extravagance in every way, she was pre- pared to forgive and condone, but not the luring from home, under pretense of marriage, and ruin of a young and virtu- ous girl, whose father all his life had loved and served you and yours! J went to her two weeks ago, my brilliant, care- less Guy, and I toid her this. I made her believe this, the only thing that could have ruined you; and that nigat she tore up the will that left you all—you hear—ali!—and made me her heir!” . % He paused. Satan himself, triumphing over a ‘ort soul, could not have looked more diabolically exultant. for Guy, he listened, his elbow on the marble mantel, his ealm, pale face unmov -ed, his eyes fixed steadfastly on his only brother’s face. “You did this,” he said, slowly. “I know you always hated me, but I did not—no, I did not think, base as I know you to be, that you were capable of thie. Frank,” with a sudden change of tone, “will you tell me why vou have hated me ? I have been a worthless fellow, bt I never Injured you.’ “Did you not?” Lord Montalien ground out, with a deep oath. “Why, curse you, I believe I have hated you from your cradle! You were the Isaac, I the Ishmael; you the petted, the caressed, the admired—I the unlicked cub, the sanloved son of an unloved mother! I have hated you for that beauty which women have so.admired, for the talenis end accomplishments that have rendered you a favorite with smen; and I swore to have reyenge—and I have had it. Your pores, ’ JOOKS -COM A a sp her fat pra fac ‘4 onc é wif ou