Thrice Lost, Thrice Won — page 200: what you’re looking at

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/ f i of (eee a a head. The master of the house glanced over Test of you, begone.” An dead silence bore her away. As the drawing-room door ents oath—“‘you shall pay dearly for this! There aresome_ - we “And a disgraced wife another,” the artist said, in a voice What is my wife to you?’ _ for one short hour!” ~ + mine “my fastidious hero of the paint-pot! Mine, long be- ‘picion, must shef How does Cesar like it when he knows tricked you as nicely as ever the bewitching Leonie Ruther-- fis. “And you will take it doolly. will you? Ry ol ne the t folly and fled to her Chelsea aunt she was my wedded wife.” xisted of a marriage. Here is the certificate, duly dated and © y ou, take a little journey to Rockledge; see the church regis- late ardian, Mr. Peter Fisher. If all that is not proof 2 ‘Enough sh! es your wife, as ye say, why then did she: boo ae =) = , x oe - The Hcool Flight. “ 195 a Ee “Take her away,” he said to. his housekeeper ; “and for the ws glance. Between them they raised the insensible Estella, and | _ the flowing blood out of his blinded eyes. “You shall _pay for this, Alwyn Bartram. By”—with a of them.” i . will. Now, then, let us understand each other, if we Di ae - laugh; “your wife, poor fool! Why, she has n never been that ‘Mine, Alwyn’ Bartram—mine, my handsome artist Vasa “sh she shall be again! Ah! Ossar’s wife must be above sus- own coin, my lady-killing Adonis—the pale, little Essie has Z “Will you explain?” — , y: will explain. Before ever Estella Mallory left Fisher’s : i 2 You don’t believe my word, then ? ee proof that ever x Estella, and see what she says. If that does not convince F pended to that paper; examine the witnesses; ask Estella’s ga Peat et eye ae ee GN ei tae Se Li silt z as eA a a “art ae a 75) oe eo is houlder, with a face of dark, changeless color. _ The housekeeper and the lady’s maid understood all at a E: closed again the fallen hero scrambled to his feet and dashed things only heart’s blood can wipe out, and a blow is one - that never rose. “J understand you, and you shall have your . os * “Your wife?” Robert Bartram retorted! with a “sneering _ “Not Then what is she?” fore she ever saw you, and mine, by all that is mighty above, ES she is not his wife at all? It is paying you back in your _ ford tricked the millionaire.” soit 3 Bartram blood was hotter than that. Yes, my dear Alwyn, “What proof have you of this?” 8 signed read it tor yourself. Ii that does not satisfy you, ter : have ‘an interview with the clergyman. whose name 1s 1 enty then the devil is is it!”. e