Guy Earlscourt's Wife — page 52: what you’re looking at

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46 **Whistled Down the Wind.” noted their altered looks. Such a ghastly bride, and such » strange pallor on the faces of their host and Sir Vane, Something was wrong. Everybody waited, deliciously ex- pectant of more to come. What they waited for came. The breakfast was not: quar- ter over, when a knock thundered at the grand entrance—an ominous and authoritative knock, that thrilled through thei all. Sir Vane was raising his glass to his lips, and again the smile seemed to freeze on his face, and the glass remained ‘half poised in his hand, A dead silence fell. dn that silence the sound of an altereation in the hall reached them in that distant apartment. Mr. Lyndith rose abruptly—white and stern—made a hurried apology, and hastened from the room. A moment later and all was still. ‘The disturbance was quelled; but Geotkrey Lyndith did not come back. What did it mean?’ Even the pale, cold bride lifted her heavy eyes and looked at the leaden face of the man she had married, and waited for what was to come next. CHAPTER VIII. “WHISTLED DOWN THE WIND.” Geoffrey Lyndith’s face was an index of his character— dark, stern, resolute. While he had sat at the head of his table, smiling upon his guests, and eating’ and drinking me- chanically, his ready brain had been at work. Plotting was work that subtle brain was well used to, and his mind, prompt in thought, quick in action, grappled at once with his danger. As Sir Vane Charteris had said, the coming of this. man in all likelihood meant ruin—ruin tc him, Geoffrey Lyndith, Esquire, of Lyndith Grange and Park lane. He had thought the man dead for certain; he had driven him out of the country over two years ago, and the ship in which he had sailed had been burned in mid-ocean, and no sou} left to return, and Robert Lisle was here on Olivia’s wedding day. Was Satan himself at work to balk him, he wondered? fle had got Robert Lisle in his power two years ago, by a cow- ardly and infamous plot, worthy the Newgate calendar; that power he still held over him. But who knew? His part in it might come to light after all, and what horrible shame and exposure that would involve! And at the first sound of his voice, at the first sight of his face, hiv niece would fly to his arms, to cling’ to him through misery and death, if need were. He was poor, and his niece was rich; her money would aid his enemy. Ready, money was the one great want of this ™ ~~ comicbooks.com