The Illegal Marriage — page 156: what you’re looking at

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148 THE ILLEGAL MARRIAGE. “T do trust you,” she sobbed; “I do rely on you. I will do whatever you tell me. When must I go?” “To-morrow, Raborn says. I will drive with you in the carriage; he shall ride my horse.” “How good you are to me, William. I can never repay your kindness tome. Youcan never know how much I appreciate your sympathy.” He bade her good-day and, sick at heart, went into the open air. “How could they have been such fools?” he said to himself, somewhat illogically, as his mind re- verted to the coroner’s verdict. “How could they have thrown aside all probabilities?” Consoling himself with the reflection that his friend Crawford would set the matter right, he rode at a smashing pace homeward. That night Stannard wrote to his friend and lawyer, Peyton Crawford, giving him an account of the case, and asking him to come to Perry as soon as he could—the next day if possible. The morning came—the last morning that Cecy was to spend at home for many long months—and Stannard rode over to the castle. The carriage was already at the gate. Passing up the walk he saw Cecy, with her bonnet on, waiting for him; and with a cheerful smile she came out to meet him in the hall. “Take your own time, Cecy; there is no hurry,” he said to her, as she closed the door of her chamber as if for the last time. “Tam ready now, William. If I have to go, the sooner the better. Farewell, you dear old place. Good-by,” she said to the servants who were weep- ing in the hall. The faithful creatures could bear it no longer, and weeping and moaning, some screaming in hys- terics, they fell at her feet and kissed the skirts of her dress. Offering her hand to each in turn, she sprang away from them and ran down the walk. Stan- nard’s eyes were wet with tears as he gave his hand to help her in the carriage. Her foot was already on the step, but turning suddenly, she ran to the comicbooks.com —