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a the poison of a desperate suicide ? . Ferney—you whom I have Hy ; i i i SILER EES SE eH ia i I ii t ! ! i f 1G oe is : : E. 3 i E ef Lady Saxondele,” responded the eyes penetrating! y upon her, “if accident should have brought circum- stances leading to a thorough revelation of the motive f’ “Enough, enough!” murmured Lady Saxondale, in a hoarse voice: “there may be listeners!” — starting from the sofa, she sped to the door of nan reunately we are unhoan by others she said, having opened the door and orn Bee, unfortunate woman,” remarked the phy- “what it is to have e g conscience. —“TI beseech you to sit down by my side—throw off this strange man- ner which you wear—speak to me as a -riend—but in whispers,—and tell me what has occurred, you have come thus to upbraid me now ?” The suffered himself to be so far per- auaded that he did sit down by Lady Saxondale’s side upon the sofa; and for a moment an expres- sion of triumph appeared upon her countenance : to touch upon. In the first place, deadly poison—that phial which you dence @ Beene» a> TEE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. took from my possession of the Marqui “What!” ej the new tarn which the physician’s discourse had thus abruptly taken: “are you acquainted with is °° the “Never before this day. He brought me the phial for i ” “And you have kept it? you have kept it?” interrupted Lady Saxondale, eagerly. “Oh, yes indeed! I have kept it!’ answered the phi “and never more shall it quit my Pe No—Leep it, events give it not | quis of it—destroy it—or at all to the hands of the Mar- “ Ah! cerry Woman, ire shee pares Dr. Ferney, an expression of renewed anguish over his countenance: “it is the evi- some fresh erime which you are thas desirous shoald be withbolden from the hands of Ms Soletaly do I oweaz,” wick! rerponded ber Bayhip, “that no fresh crime 7 oon rns Web hen, am Ito think F* aukod ho phy —*that it was meditated, but that it failed _Ob, my heavens! is it all a dream? or “Of your house?” she repeated: yo house ”—and she gased in a sort of wild astonish- ment upon Ferney. “What means this? what circumstances have brought it about? Are you resolved to ruin me? have you got him there to A | serve such a purpose? Oh, am I deceived in you ? are you no my friend ? do you hate me now P Why—why seek to drive me to distraction ?” “Calm Lady Saxondale—caim your- self, if you can,” answered the physician, alarmed at the terrific excitement which she had just mani- fested. ‘Edmund was last night transferred from Dr. Burdett’s asylum to my house——” At this moment the door opened; and Lady Saxondale suddenly assumed an air of composure as a domestic entered to t a letter which had just arrived. It was from Mr. Marlow, and briefly announced “that on the previous night Lord Saxondale had been carefully and secrotly removed to the abode of a very eminent physi Ferney by name, and who resided in Conduit Street.” This letter was a source of infinite relief to the guilty and intriguing woman, inasmuch as it proved to her in a moment that it was through no hostile intent Dr. Ferney had become the cus- coincidence: todian of Edmund—but that a strange self that the domestic who brought the letter had retired, she said to Ferney, “This is from my solicitor, announcing that Edmund is at house.” Que ~Eghawee ¢Gummepe ae’ asepeeas ce wee + + (GO) iC C) DOO CS (COL