Gratia's Trials — page 155: what you’re looking at

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146 GRATIAS TRIALS. A pair of wax candles, in massively frosted siver sticks, burned on the mantel, and the corpse lay peacefully ina rich ~ rosewood coffin. The tears fell swift and scalding from Gratia’s eyes, as she stood looking down at the peaceful, dead face. ‘‘Dear friend,” she murmured aloud. ‘‘ He who has said, ‘ Vengeance is mine, and I will repay !’ will surely bring this crime home to the murderer's guilty head.. And your peace will be everlasting.” And as she spoke she took the corpse’s cold hand into hers for an instant, and touched her lips to the pallid forehead. Scipio, standing silently by, looked from his dead master to her, and then back again. ‘“*No one need tell me now dat it was Zer done it,” he said to himself. ‘‘De blood gushes out from de wounds ob de murdered man when de murderer comes near, and I could e’en a’ most fancy poor Mas Miller smilin’ when she come a-nigh de coffin an’ looked at him. She’s as innocent as de white lilies on de coffin-lid. Needn't to tell old Scip.” As she entered the hall she heard the rustle of silken garments, and Mrs. Falconer stood before her, with a countenance full of subdued rage. ‘“How dare you enter that room?” she hissed under her breath. ‘‘ How dare you prow! thus openly about the house where you have wrought such horror and ruin ?” “‘Mrs. Falconer !” ‘Don't Mrs. Falconer me in that soft, whining voice!” ut- tered the lady, fiercely. ‘‘ lam no weak, silly old man, to be infatuated by your airsand graces, That you are not in jail now is your good luck, not your merit; but that you should strut around as calmly as if that stain of bloéd was not on your hand—that is too much! Go to your room, and hide that doll _ face of yours from very shame. I give you until to-morrow morning to find a home; that is more than most persons treated m = Comicbooks.co