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A SILVER. BRAND. 81 nounced the sentence. They could not deny his claim here, and they dared not attempt it. But they took the control of the proud old estate into their charge, and shut him up here, a prisoner for life! - What do you think of that for tyranny, for wicked- ness, for despotic rule? Bless your own good fortune | that you are the favored son of another land, Mr. Dalberg.” 5 Her chest heaved, her eyes flashed; her hands were clenched. It was plain all the fire and passion. of her strong nature rose up against the cruel cir- cumstances that hedged her in.. “Count Roderich should have told me that before he brought me here,” faltered Aubrey Dalberg. “And then you would have refused to come,” she replied, quickly. “No, that would not have done at all. It would not-have carried out our plan, nor have outwitted Von Schubert, as we have done now.” 3 And an exulting smile crossed her lips while she resumed: “Through you, Mr. Dalberg, we have received our . first ray of hope. Do not, I beg you, be cruel enough to quench it. Wewere all guarded. and watched. _ Roderich, to be sure, had freedom to come and go, but a spy followed every step of his, and his eager and urgent petition for permission to leave Germany is continually refused. There is but one hope, you understand, for my father’s release from this wretched life, for our escape from this shame and wrong. Somewhere in America, we are sure, they have hidden a witness through whom it is possible for us to obtain triumphal acquittal. And we be- lieve it is solely to prevent our finding that one that we are all, through one pretense or another, im- mured here. Do you think we have borne it tamely ~ and meekly without an attempt to overcome even such powerful odds? Mr. Dalberg, do not be angry with me beyond the hope of my winning your for- giveness. It was I who’ drugged your wine, and helped carry out successfully a plot we have hardly dared whisper to each other, but the prince’s - minions should catch the meaning, Stephano went cS Col Gomicboo