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44 COMMODORE JUNK. A constable’s hand was on each of their shoulders, and they were hurried out of court, leaving Mary standing frowning alone, the observed of all. Her handsome face flushed, and she drew herself up proudly, as she cast a haughtily defiant look at all around, and was about to walk away when her eyes lighted upon the captain, who was seated by the magisterial bench, side by side with his richly-dressed lady. There was a vindictive glare in Mary Dell’s eyes as she encountered the gaze of Mistress Armstrong, the lady looking upon her as astrange, dangerous kind of creature. ‘Why should she not suffer as I suffer?” thought Mary. ‘Poor, weak, dressed-up doll that she is! I could sting her to the heart easily. How I hate her, for she has robbed me of a husband!” But the next moment the lady withdrew her gaze with a shiver of dread from the eyes which had seemed to scorch her ; and Mary’s now lit upon those of Captain Armstrong, for he was watching her curiously, and with re-awakened interest. Mary’s face changed again in its expression, as light seemed to enter her darkened soul. “He used to love mea little. He would not be so cruel as that. I offended him, because I was so hard and—cruel he called it. He would listen to me now. I will, I will!” She gazed at him fixedly for a moment, and then hurried from the court. “What a dreadful-looking woman, Jemmy!” whispered Mistress Armstrong. ‘She quite made me shudder. Will. they hang her too?” ‘No, no,” he said, rising quickly and drawing a long breath. Then, recollecting himself, he sat down again as if in pain, and held out his hand to his wife, who supported him to the carriage, into which he ascended slowly. Gomichbooksneo =