Lady Evelyn — page 149: what you’re looking at

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TAQ The Rescue. “At your instigation? Rather humiliating, is it not?” “My dear Evelyn, this part of the business need not concern you. Trust to me. Your maidenly delicacy shall be remembered and respected. Yet Vivian ‘Tre- vannance shall repeat his proposal.” , She rose slowly. “Have you anything more to say? May I go?” “You have not answered me yet, Evelyn.” “There can be but one answer. I will obey you.” ‘That is my good girl! And I have not made you un- happy? You are pale and cold as a statue.” He spoke a little wistfully. In his hard, cruel, selfish heart there was one pure and tender place, atid his daugh- ter held it. Her cold, passionless look and tone never altered. “You have not made me unhappy. I can only regret you did not say all this sooner. You knew | would obey you.” : She turned proudly to-go, but he drew her to him and kissed her white brow. “God bless you, Evelyn, and make you happy!” But that “God bless you”’ stuck in his throat like Mac- beth’s “Amen.” And as he uttered the benediction; Rory Desmond’s cloudiess blue eyes looked up at him from his child’s face. With a sort of groan he pushed her from him, sank down in his seat, and covered his tace with his hands. ays . There are other punishments for the shedder of blood besides the hangman and the halter. She glided from the room, and up to her own apart- ments. ‘There she closed herself in—even her mother and her attendant were shut out—and the maiden was alone with the prospective dawning of that»new life in which she was to become the wife. CHAPTER, x, THE RESCUE. The Countess of Clontarf very rarely left those pleas- ant apartments in the sunny southern wing of Warbeck comicbooks.co Hall, fitted luxuriously up for her use.