Lady Evelyn — page 129: what you’re looking at

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Cit now, you soon must. He has no power to make me “122 The Story of the Past. © €@& AE OS» ae fF ._ (eho ® ihe th S iS be ae x = (Se PMS 4 \ A ee a SB ivi yD Paes eh owe lh, Fax 6 2 Ww? eS OL. Te ie le J) ' ra See Ne eA TA Wea ek , Nye AA ‘ oy, ee Fl 4 4 f m4 ' iy 485 tae hac ti ' Cote NG oat AN : yas a 1 ) ae ras ie Mare Va fy or v Heil, wi vs fey LAS ‘Jz ’ ?. ’ \ - 7 happy or unhappy, save through you. My daughter, do not let him blight your life; do not let him’ force you into a marriage with a man you dislike.” “Dearest mamma! how wildly you talk! Papa never _ spoke to me of marrying any one im his life.”’ “No, but he soon will; I know it. If you love no other -—and I know you do not—if you can esteem and respect the man of his choice, very well; I will not interfere. But if he attempts to coerce you,.to compel you, then come - to me, and [| will show him that neither he nor any man - alive shall force my daughter!”’ The glitter was back in her eyes; her thin hands ‘clenched; the old, fierce spirit was far from dead yet. > Lady Evelyn asked no question. “Very well, mamma,” she said quietly; “I will obey you. I will marry no man I dislike, beheve that. And® now it is very late, far too late for you. Let me ring for P your maid, and see you safely in bed. Here is your _ picture.” “T have another for you. Hand me that writing-case: thanks. It is larger than this. It may fall into other hands. You will keep it and cherish it for my sake, and ei for the sake of the dead?” “Yes, mamma.’ Ee ple took the picture. It was an oval miniature on Paupty, very beautiful, and a perfect likeness of gold- _ haired, azure-eyed, fair-faced Roderick Desmond. “It shall be one of my treasures, dearest mother. An- other time we will talk over this sad, terrible story you have told me; it is too late now. Here is Delphine. a Good- night, sweetest mother, and pleasant dreams.” She kissed her lingeringly, fondly, and hastened from ei recom. Her own apartments were brightly lit and Juxurious, her maid awaiting her sleepily. She sank into an arm- -chair, while the girl unbound the shining black _ tresses, and cazed earnestly and long at the painted face. Petiedared 1? she thought; “and so young, so cane sO ye wondrously handsome! What a terrible fate! Poor, _ poor mamma! what bitter suffering she has known! How 1 thy te * i 4 ae if : _very dearly she loved this handsome Lord Roderick! - Shall I ever love any one like that, I wonder? Am I. ae Wey IEP ial) aka : rg ae tg] pie Pipa PERS \G pea) aoe Roar Aba are, ola perartiess) (as bak a ah is rane time Jee to Cae Per- fad