Lady Evelyn — page 238: what you’re looking at

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ag In the Tents of the “But his cousin—Lord Roderick—was not hanged. I have heard the story before!” cried the affrighted clergy- man. “No, he was not hanged. Whether he was murdered or not is an open question. He escaped from jail, but no one has ever heard of him or seen him alive since. My Own impression is that he encountered Gerald Desmond, and that there was foul play. Would God he were alive! I would not have two murders on my soul in my dying hour.”’ | His voice failed. He was sinking fast, but he had still strength left to sign the document. His breathing came slow and labored; the death-rattle sounded already in his throat. | “T see them every night,’ he whispered, hoarsely— “Kathleen and Lord Rory! I saw him‘ last night. He bent over me and spoke to me in the moonlight, and | know he is dead.” 7 Colonel Drummond arose and camé and stood beside him. “Will you die any happier, William Morgan, to know Roderick Desmond is not dead,” he said, slowly. “Look up and see!” | A piercing cry rang through the room; the dying: man sprang almost erect. “His voice!” he cried; “his face—changed, but his! Am I sane or mad? Are you Lord Roderick Desmond ?” “Twenty years ago I was known by that name. You have done me deep and bitter wrong, William Morgan, but in this supreme hour may the great God forgive you asi luidos* The light of a great joy flashed over the dying face. He tried to speak, but the awful death-rattle choked his words. With his glazing eyes fixed in the last ghastly stare on the pale features above him, Morgan, the,attor- ney—the murderer of Kathleen, fell back—dead! cbooks.co ypsies. anh = ‘CO