Richard Forrest, Bachelor — page 62: what you’re looking at

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tHm YOUNG WIDOW, 53 he, the cause of it all, lives with perhaps, not so much asa regret for the ruin he has wrought, unpunished and indit- ferent? No, a thousand times. I see my way plainly now, and I will pursue it whatever the cost. I shall not rest un- til I have repaid him in his own coin—dealt with him as he has dealt with me and mine. I shall leave no stone un- turned until he has suffered as Iam suffering, pang for pang, torture for torture, through me!’’ As soon as the door closed behind her strange visitor Mrs. French rushed to her dressing-room and indulged in a good cry. Then she bade Harris bring her a small bottle of champagne and some biscuits to ‘‘brace up’’ her nerves, which she felt were dreadfully shattered, and settled her- self comfortably on the divan for a short nap. She awoke about three o’clock, unrefreshed, and rang the bell rather petulantly for Therese. ‘Tell Harris to order the carriage,’’ she directed, when the maid appeared, ‘‘and dress me at once, as Iam going for a drive.’’ | It was only when shs found herself lying back against the cushions of her victoria, clad in the daintiest of spring costumes and holding a small sunshade—a marvel of silk and lace just from Paris—between her delicate skin and the bold rays of the sun, that she began to feel like herself again, The wrinkles under her fluffy bang gradually faded away, and the customary smile returned to her red lips. ‘‘Dear me,’’ she murmured, regarding herself in the tiny mirror which she was never without, ‘‘I really must have no more annoyances of this sort in the future; the effect is so injurious to the complexion. Iam quite yellow and pinched looking this afternoon, and when did the woman Eomichbooks (CO) im