Guy Earlscourt's Wife — page 54: what you’re looking at

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48 ‘Whistled Down the Wind,” of rain next week. Yet under all that high-bred composure, What horrible fear he felt of this man! “Tl did not sail on the ‘Royal Charter,” Robert Lisle an: swered; “L took my passage—you saw my name on the pas- senger list, very likely. At the last hour I met with an ocei- dent—-a very trifling one—which made me lose it. I sailed in the ‘Western Slar’ the following week. Are you satisfied now that lam no wraith?” “More than satistied. I congratulate you upon your es cape. Providence,’—the sneering emphasis was indeserib- able-—“Providence watched over you, no doubt. You were wise to leave England the following week; it was certainly no place for you. Why have you been so very imprudent as to return to it?” The flashing eyes of the younger man met the hard, glit- tering black ones with a fiery light. “You ask that question, Geoffrey Lyndith ?” “Assuredly, Mr. Lisle—why ?” “Tl have returned to claim my wife. ‘To expose you and your villainy to the world you delude; be the penalty to my- self what it may!” . “When you use that sort: of langu: ge, Mr. Lisle,” the elder man said, with unruttied composure, “you A ve the advantage of me, of course. Persons in your class rally do resort to vituperation, I believe, when’ annoyed.’ You will oblige me by keeping to the language and bearing of a gentleman, if you can, while talking to me. You have returned to claim your wife! Ah! but there is no such person in England, that I am aware of. Out there among the aborigines in- deed Robert Lisle strode toward hm, a dangerous light in kis blue eves “Do you dare to sneer at me—you of all-men alive? It 1s not safe; I warn you, it is not sate!” “Ah! T wish vou would have the politeness to hear me out. If you mean Lady Charteris, she never was your wife—no, not for one poor hour. And if you have come to claim her, you have just come two years and three months too late. She did remember you for two or three months after your very abrupt departure from England, I will own, and then eame the natural revulsion. More than she had ever joved--- pshaw! fancied she loved the yeoman’s son, with his tall, shapely figure,and good-looking face—she hated, abhorred him. Fle: mad foily, her shame dawned upon her, in its true hight. She saw w hat : she had done, how-she had fallen, how you had played upon her ehildish credulity, and dragged her down, and she hated—let us have plain words, Robert Sadr we | or {0 Ly sh ay ar “a he By a Thi op yan i (lo *() f() fa fo po Pewl ha an comicbooks.com