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—fell back upon its haunches—and slipping with its hinder hoofs, was in an instant over the preci- pice. The fearful ery which it sent up from tho tremendous depth into which it was plunging down, was like the voices of a dozen human beings all concentrated in the horrible concord of ) | At the same instant my knee was upon the breast of Delorme—_ one wild terrific yell of agony. my hand grasped his throat. The rage of ton thousand fiends was boiling in the hell of my soul: there was the strength of an iron vice in the fingers that were tightening about my enemy's neck. Desperate wore his struggles: but be had no more chance in contending with me, than if he were an infant in the hands of a giant, And yet naturally he was far stronger than I—more power- ful of form—more vigorous of arm and limb. For fury that rendered me at the time invincible— equally ghastly face of M. Volney. strength of ten thousand. <A few moments, and I started up with a revulsion of unutterable horror in my soul: for that vice-like gripe of mine had only relaxed its hold upon the Viscount's throat when the last breath and sigh of life had come gurgling from his lips. He was a corpse and I—J, Lady Octavian Meredith, stood there, amidst that wild Alpine scene, a branded mur- derer |” Zoe gazed, with a ghastly terror and a borror- stricken stupefaction of the feelings, upon the She was transfixed to her seat: she seemed turned into « statue: all the blood had curdled in her veins, Her lips were apart—but no breath came through them—it was held in awful suspense: her bosom ) remained upheaved, as if it would nover sink with itwas the raging pandemovium of my vindictive | ation again. “ And now, Lady Octavian,” continued M. Vol. irresistible—dominant,—and which gaye me the | ney, still in a hollow voice, “you know my fearful No. 67 .— FOURTH sSEEIES co Ln G OVO) (CO Ln