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y i) Yi . -. “ ts »! — A ee _ ’ =) ee Cine e ls yh he oe S Wil egese eae HNN See Zi s unable to give utterance to a word —I glanced in terror from the pale, rigid, sinister features of Mr. Gower, to the anxious excited countenance of Lord Frederick Ravenscliffe; and then I shud- deringly flung my regards towards the bed with the closed curtains. Fearfully ominous was the silence which still reigned behind those curtains; and my soul had the inward conviction that it was not the silence of sleep on the part of any one who might be there! “J am about to show you your victim,” said Mr. Gower, speaking in a tone which was terrible jn its mingled mournfulness and its deep vindic- tiveness. ‘“ Behold her !” He advanced towards the couch—he drew aside the curtains—and the feeble light of the lamp threw its sickly rays upon the marble countenance of Felicia, There she lay, a corpse! But her’s was not the only countenance on which fell those No. 48.—ELLEN PERCY. ELLEN PERCY; OR, THE MEMOIRS OF AN ACTRESS, | \ s 3 VNC A f Zz x AA “yf ahs \\y \ jy Vad 2 \ my AA" ial i MN YZ Fi a VW face of an infant—also a corpse! pale feeble beams: they showed likewise the tiny | — murdered, Lord Frederick * 6h j NC a li Fi fF ENA WK iY i ‘it iil | A ———————— alll WILLA il) ! | aah / | Hal (AS NS i | | | PAY The babe lay by Felicia’s side; and with a moan of indescribable horror, I staggered against the wall, to which [ leant for support. “My God!” murmured Lord Frederick Ravens- cliffe : “is it so?’—and his accents were full of the bitterest anguish. But what a revelation was this to me !—for I now comprehended it all. The unfortunate Fe- licia had been rendered the victim of a far deeper villany on Lord Frederick’s part than I had ever suspected or dreamt of. Hence this seclusion in which she had died—hence the fearfully altered appearance of her father—hence the terribly vin- dictive words which he had used at my house— and hence the appalling scene which he had pre- pared for myself and the seducer now : «“ There lies my Felicia!” he said, in a voice that was tremulous with anguish ; “my beloved child Ravenscliffe, by your ECORNIELOOC <S) Com