Guy Earlscourt's Wife — page 56: what you’re looking at

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50 °*Whistled Down the Wind.” eontract a legal marriage, forsooth! You are olé€ enoughg as least, to know better, my good fellow. The marriage was no marriage, the child illegitimate.” He stopped short—he had betrayed himself in his momen- tary burst of anger. The young man started, and a dark flush passed over his tanned face. “The child!” he said; “there was a child?” It was too late to draw back—the truth, neatly glossed over with falsehood, must be told. “Yes, a child, who died two days after its birth, thank I}eaven. That makes no difference—Sir Vane knows. What was she but a child herself, poor little Livey, when you led her astray. Little wonder she abhors your very memory. And now, to add one last outrage, You come here to cover her with shame, to ¢ake up from the dead past the story she be- lieves buried in oblivion, which she would die rather than have the world know. Robert Lisle, you are less than man to blight the life of an innocent girl.” The face of the young man turned white, a cold sioisture broke out upon his forehead. Was this true, after all? Had Lord Montalien been right? Was he forgotten—abhorred ? “T will see her, at least,” he cried, hoarsely.. “From her lips alone will I take my death warrant. If she tells me to go, I will obey her—yes, though I should hang myself within the hour. But I know you of old, Geoffrey Lyndith—a man without heart, or truth, or honor! Oh, don’t think I am afraid of you! This is no time for fine words. Bring her here—let her tell me she hates me, let her bid me go, and I ‘will go, and never trouble her more in this world.” Geoffrey Lyndith looked at him, the dull, red glow more visible than ever in his evil, black eyes. “Bring her here?” he repeated “T would see her dead first ! Do you know what you ask¢ She does not know whether her first marriage was binding or not—like all girls, she thinks 11; was. She believed you dead—she thought herself a widow, and has married again—a man whom she loves, as in her wildest fancy she never cared for you. Do you now what the consequence of bringing her here will be? It will kill her, ; think—just that! The exposure, the seandal, the loss of he husband she loves. She would never hold up her head again. If you ever loved her. Robert Lisle, vou, should spare her now.” “Loved her! Oh, Heaven!” He flung: himself into a chair, and buried his face in nis hands. Was Geoffrey Lyndith not mght? She had been proud and sensitive of old, and now the wife of two mea, Comicbooks.com a ee oe ae | oy ae — —— | =o,