Stella Rosevelt — page 323: what you’re looking at

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“YOU ARE THE TRAITOR.” 317 ‘“Why, Archie Sherbrooke, do you know what time it is? Quarter past eleven, and we promised Lady Dunham that we would be back in season to attend the rehearsal at the Albert Memorial Hall with her.” Ralph had thought that he was the only visitor there that morning, and that silvery voice speaking that name, which he remembered but too well, gave him a shock which sent the blood coursing like fire through his veins. ‘Tt is later than I thought, Vivien; we must go at once, if we keep that appointment,” a rich, manly voice said in reply; and turning quickly to look at the speaker, Ralph saw a tall, handsome young man of perhaps two or three-and-twenty, with the head of an Apollo, the form of an Adonis, and having a keen, intellectual face, with frank, truthful eyes, and a pleasant, winning smile. = _ The lady who accompanied, and who addressed him, was a year or two younger evidently, and almost as lovely as Star, Ralph thought, although her beauty was of a different style. Archie Sherbrooke! ‘There surely could not be two young men of the same age, handsome as one of the gods, and bear- ing the same name. His heart had bounded into his throat as he heard it spoken, his face had flushed a painful crimson, while his hands in- stinctively clinched themselves in hot indignation, and he longed to confront the handsome traitor and denounce him for the villainous part he had played. This, then, must be the man who had broken Star Glad- stone's heart and ruined her life; there was not a doubt of it in his own mind. Yes, he was sure this was the Archibald Sherbrooke of whom Star had told him. ; Who, then, was the woman who had been with him? Was it his wile? EGComichbooks e(o)