The Illegal Marriage — page 131: what you’re looking at

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THE ILLEGAL MARRIAGE, 123 “Well—go on,” said Simmons, sharply, as Ogle- tree seemed loth to proceed; “tell the whole story, sir.” “There isn’t much more to tell. Mr. Morgan was lying across the bed. Miss Morgan was trying to push his feet up.” “Did she have that knife in her hand?” “Yes, sir.” “Did you see her use it? Remember, you are on your oath.” | “No, sir. She was holding the knife in her right hand—so.” “What did she say?” | “Not a word. I helped her get Morgan’s legs upon the bed, then ran to saddle my horse and go for the doctor. I called up Colonel Stanuard as I went by his house.” Miss Morgan was still ina state of stupor when the inquest was going on. The whole tenor of it seemed to be against her, and Stannard, now really heart-sick, walked back into Cecy’s room. She started suddenly as Stannard looked down upon. her, threw up her arms, then sank away into a peaceful slumber. “She’s bin doing that all the morning,” said the servant to him. | | And looking at her placid face once more, he stepped out into the hall. There was noise in the adjoining room, and the oeneral conversation that was carried on told Stan- nard that the verdict had been rendered. The paper, still wet with ink, was lying upon the table, near which Simmons, who was also a magistrate, was copying the form of a committal from the code, Stannard took up the verdict and read: GComicboo cS com