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€>. é@ z A SS. = -_ — , il wi 55 at om *2 ’ x ¥ f . A HEART’S BITTERNESS. | 185 “You think I cannot do it? Recall what his mother was, and think if it might not be shown that he is no law- ful Lord of Leigh. Recall what he has been, and say if I am not likely, when I dedicate my life to vengeance, to find a wife of his, married before she stood at the altar in St. George’s.” ‘‘EKdna! Edna! what is she saying?” screamed Violet. — ay othing that she can prove—nothing true, my dar- ing.” Avice ‘“<T will prove it!” cried Helen Hope, and dashed away. CHAPTER XLIII. ‘BUT WHY DID YOU FOLLOW ME?” The morninng after his return from Derbyshire, Lord. Leigh summoned Adam to_his private room. He stood in the window, looking upon the Green Park, and did not turn when his valet came in, and said: ‘“ Yes, my lord.” ““ Adam, I tell you, in strict confidence, that your lady was.in Derby, with your sister Magery, and I have been there to bring her home.” ‘‘ Yes, my lord,” said Adam, in a low tone. ‘‘And while there I saw an insane person, whom your sister has in charge.” “*Oh, did you see him, my lord?” cried Adam, startled. Lord Leigh wheeled about. ‘¢ Adam, how did that man come into your keeping?” ‘*T dragged him out of the Black Pool, my lord.” Leigh made a step toward his valet. ; : “You did, and you concealed it! Adam, do you know that day and night, for six months, I have believed that man moldering, a hideous corpse, in the bottom, of the — Black Pool!” | ‘‘ Master, master! It was not you! You never tried to kill him!” cried Adam, shuddering back, and turning a pallid face on Lord Leigh. ‘No, Adam, surely I did not. He came to me in “The Earl’s Folly,” and was standing in the open window, when suddenly he went backward and disappeared. I was spring- ing toward him to wrest a paper from him, but I swear to Gomicbooks (ee)