Guy Earlscourt's Wife — page 69: what you’re looking at

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t. : Told in the Twilight. 463 ls herself Polly-- 4 issed his bearded lips, let him look at her lockes, told him er name was Polly, and that “Dozy” was “all gone away.’ “T suppose her name is Mary,” Duke suggested, “and she ills herself Polly for short.” “Tfer name is Paulina,” Mr. Hawksley said, quietly. “I m quite certain of it. Pauline was the name of—of her I dare say he ca! “Maternal grandmother, and of her mother’s twin sister—an as she went back @)d family name among the Lyndiths. This child’s name is , . Ponlina Lisle. I took my mother’s name in America, and id. He was white Bball keep it. Let her grow up as Mason; keep her with you will see the chili “Blways, unless her mother should claim her, Her right is “Blwavys first, and most sacred.” : . » Iie kissed the child yearningly, wistfully, and pvt her “@own. Half an hour later’ and he had left Half-Moon Ter- 7 nee forever. giment of fathers | is reading “Blairs © and looked about 7 isa. gland—to give up uite calmly, quite 1 the first stage 0 “The Land of Columbia leaves again to-morrow,” he said nee gave up nanie, “& Duke; “I shall return by her > I make a greater a They shook hands and parted, with no more words, and for a moment, “the scene-painter went to the Britannia. He was not senti- _and claiming her. “Mental nor imaginative in any way, but all that day, and in the moment we 7. many days, the pale face and dark eyes of Robert rial as a thief. Bawksley haunted him like a ghost. The Land of Columbia the old struggle of Gaya on Tuesday morning. On Tuesday night there came ri to forget; hup: ‘Biletter to Half-Moon Terrace, addressed to Duke. <A check nnot pre — ‘ a br five hundred pounds fell out when he opened it, and he f her girlish ind. pad these Hnes: e to think of me, great drops stood from a suicide’: “You spoke of wishing to save enough to purchase for your- ‘Belf a home in Speckhaven, where you said there was a better ‘@pening for you than in London. It is my desire that you head fell forward @hould do so at once, for my child’s sake. Once a year I will breath, and a greul “rite to you, and you to me, telling me of her progress and Welfare. I go to make a fortune for her; please God, siy ‘@eughter shall be an heiress, before whom those who scorn % # “fer now shall yet bow down. Let her grow up as your own— 4% utter ignorance of her own story. If I live, I may one day t. A London fog %€turn to England, and to her—jf I die, be her father in my pwned down on th Stead. Ropert HAWKSLEY.” » silk dress, bronz | nglets, looked sun: a And so the first chapter in little Polly’s strange history was ish of Bloomsbury ~4 bad and ended. res 30 like her own, & nd looked into her @ e and Rosanna 2: E | na of ali the Rus | nite mnusing. Sig t comicbooks.com