The Twin Detectives; or, The Robbers of the Tomb — page 202: what you’re looking at

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THE TWIN DETECTIVES. 193 ‘* Displeased! He would have been very much displeased if I had not kept you.” ‘He is so good, so charitable?” ‘“* He is the best and noblest man that ever lived!” -**T believe he is.” ‘“Ah! if you knew his history you would say so.” ‘‘ His story is a painful one?” ‘¢T should think it is. It isa story of bitter wrong.” — —€ Yes?”—the word was spoken faintly. «* Yes—the story of how a base, shameless woman can be- - tray a noble, loving man.” There was no answer. Mrs, Mordred’s face was turned away, and she was looking out into the starlit, quiet night. ‘« But here! what am I thinking of? The Mary Masson may come in to-night, and no light in the window! We always burn a light in that window when we expect my brother.” “° Ves?’ ‘Yes; and never let the fire go down; for no matter what time of night the Mary Masson gets into harbor, my brother comes straight home.” She bustled about with loving care, and arranged her brother’s favorite dish for supper, while the beacon-light of home-love shone out across the snow to bid the sailor welcome. And the guilty woman, too, waited for him—waited with a heart that ached for forgiveness. | The years seemed to have rolled back, and she was a young wife again, waiting for her sailor husband to come and clasp her in his strong arms. Ah! the difference—the terrible, cruel difference! What would she not give to blot out all the dark years of life that had passed since she was a pure, loving wife? | . Could they ever be blotted out and forgotten? Sadly the answer came back, ‘‘ Never!” CS - “comicboo » uh. 4 Say NPA