Guy Earlscourt's Wife — page 58: what you’re looking at

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ine, 59 At Half-Moon Terrace. through act of mine. She loved me once—aye, say as you will, liar and traitor!—as she never can Jove the man by whese side she will spend her life. I go, and as you have dealt by us both, Geoffrey Lyndith, may Heaven deal with you!” Tie raised his arm, and the man before him recoiled. He was not superstitious, nor cowardly in any way, but his heart stood still for a second, and that cold dew shone in great drops on his face. : “T have conquered,” he thought, “and another such victory would drive me mad!” IIe heard the door open and shut, and drew a great breath of unutterable relief. His enemy was gone; he was saved! CHAPTER IX. AT HARR-MOON TERRACE. The interview had oecupied half an hour precisely; and during that half-hour, Sir Vane Charteris sat amid his wed- ding guests, and ate, and drank, and laughed, and was se- renely courteous to all, while a: horrible dread filled him. Fxeept for that one instant, his face never blanched, mever altered. Does the old blood tell (the Charteris family had heen baronets since James I.), or are they. only true to the traditions and codes of their order ? The French marquis arranges his necktie, and blows his smiling adieux to his friends, on his way to the guillotine; Sir Vane sat at the head of his wedding breakfast, knowing that the bride he had so hardly won might be torn from him forever in ten min- utes, and smiled, and jested, with an unmoved front. But; would Geoffrey Lyndith never come? H¥e came at last—very, very pale, everybody noticed, but quite calm. He apologized with courtly fluency, for his ex- traordinary absence at such a time, and resumed his place ‘at his own table. Sir Vane never glanced at him after the first moment; and the nuptial breakfast went on, and came to an end at ast. At last! To the bridegroom it seemed an eter- nity since he had sat down. The bride went upstairs, to put on her traveling dress—then for a few seconds Sir Vane got Mr. Lyndith alone in a recess of one of the windows. “TTo is gone?” he asked. “Cone, and forever,” Geoffrey Lyndith answered. “TI have eonquered as I did before. Of his own free will, he has left the house, the country, and her forever. If quite convenient, my dear nephew, I will take that promised check.” be Seen, KR eR Sg eh Nee i ho Se aE ARE on oat Ta Re ad ee ii Fe Hi ‘ ee pier eth tees Sane Pits eet = Th ‘tae * arc 4 al in Thi of on of di Su ha ida £0 * th: an m} to 1t’s © aft Pwa no to | oh it. kn: an