Thrice Lost, Thrice Won — page 79: what you’re looking at

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: ws ea Ll 4 An Wy , Pores) ¥ a ’ a” , Takk FNM eh “Helen Matideg. or ated the poison with the wine, and Roy ys Darrell es, came into the room and drank it when I was peg a e neve Te ay - meant it; I wanted to harm no one. I would far rather hs ve Bi | died. I fled from the house, in the first confusion, and how T me ever got here I don’t know. I think I was all and « elirious half the time.” be diy gaa “The good God guided you,” ‘Helen Malory wank reveren- tially. “My poor child—my poor, little, persecuted — a niece! - Will such men as these ever find forgiveness, here. or he Be after? But I know the reason of this compulsory marriage. _ ite I know why Peter Fisher tried to force you into aan the Pe wife of his unprincipled friénd in such mad haste. gal Ne a Bee ee ee Estella looked at her in wonder. — ae ee “You know?” she said. “Why, it has boa: my , greatest ola wonder all through. -I can’t understand it at all. » Roysten nee Darrell never cared for me, never took the slightest’ notice of | soak me before; and as for Mr. Fisher, I am certain he never used to consider me in any way at all.” What was the “The sudden dishevers of your parentage. Veeco child ek, you are no longer the poor, dependent waif, nameless and fatherless, an outcast in a cruel world, but the acknowledged — ae daughter of ‘a rich and distinguished nobleman. It sounds ~ incredible, does it not—wildly and Tone Te improbable? But it is true.” ‘eae ge a me Estella lay and stared at her in silent wonder. aig aerehc ©. /nes “T wrote to Peter Fisher,’ Helen Mallory went on, | “early ee in May of my discovery, telling him to break the news to: you, op x giving him your father’s address, and the promise of a large ‘ reward, in that father’s name, as soon as he would yield y you ei. np.) a ‘know now I was a fool and a spiteful enemy not to a take your father straight to Fisher’s Folly, to assert his eet 3. and claim you on the spot. But I had little love for hits little reason to do him a good turn—and how was I to know. 3 -you would suffer for my folly and vindictivenséa! And Peter — Fisher never showed you that letter ?” th . | Raps “Never,” said Estella, in breathless wonder. cae newer heard a word of all this. And I have really a father alive i in the world ?” iat “Very much alive, my dear, ” said Miss Mallory, *"Mean- — ing to keep so, I fancy, for an indefinite time. oe Riehl | father, but a rich, and titled, and most aristocratic father. No less a personage than Count Gaston A nadie di aa Montreuil !” A i ut Her listener gave a little gasp, then lay perfeetly still, ist. ., ening with all her might, | AC ct “T had better tell you the whole story,” said. Helen, slowly y <P “the story of your mother’s wrongs and sufferings. - Noral Pr it ay My = LJ , { € iy’ Mt 6 mo ie =e us - tol hh _ gv Am 7 i \ ‘ / if | BP at) bey xh; Soe RE TA Hat ON aes