Octavia's Pride; or, The Missing Witness — page 135: what you’re looking at

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OCTAVIA’S PRIDE. 195 ‘No; oh, no,” faltered Lady Mary. ‘‘ My boy has never. given me a single pang of anxiety.” And then she added, suddenly, brushing off the tears from the long lashes, and looking directly back to his watchful eyes: ‘‘ Philip, did you know Arthur Morley was dead?” ‘< Morley?” asked he, in a careless tone. ‘‘ I’ve forgotten such a person. Who is it?” “Forgotten? Oh, Philip?’ Indignation, as well as reproach, deepened her tone. A flush of red came surging into his face. “Bless my heart! ‘That person? I had quite forgotten about him. And he is dead?” And then there was a long silence between the brother and sister, and it was the earl’s turn to be fidgety and em- barrassed. _ Lady Mary’s pale face reflected a little of the glow on his, and she twisted her fingers,in and out the lace ruche, de- | stroying its pretty curves, waiting for him to speak. He was aware of her expectation, and presently faltered: “Well, poor fellow! he was a faithful servant. You haven't heard from him lately, have you?” ““A servant! Philip, Philip, how dare you, now he is dead, deny him his due? He has gone whither his heroic soul cannot hold its corroding secret—your secret and mine, Philip. Think how he has borne it, what he must have suifered—the noble exile! the devoted martyr! the risen saint! And you call him a faithful servant !” Lhe soft eyes were almost fiery now, a hectic spot burned hotly on her cheek; she rose to her feet, and faced him in her fierce indignation. “< Well, well! what is the use of raking up these old troubles? The man is dead and gone. ‘There is no help for it.” ‘“* No, there is no help for it now! Philip, Philip, there is no help for his trials now; but what can you say for all ComMmiIchboo ‘Ss (ele)