Vashti's Fate — page 208: what you’re looking at

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TRIBULATION. 203 route he heard tidings of them, but with his best efforts he did not overtake them till quite at their journey’s end, late on the evening of the same day. He followed them almost immediately into the parlor of the Livingston House, where Mr. Dascomb had left his charge alone a little while. She sat with her weary head leaning upon her hand, her bonnet off and on the carpet beside her. At the sound of her name, in strange tones, ‘*Miss Everleigh,” she started up from her position. The full blaze of the lamp fell on her pale, beautiful face; her strange, dusky eyes, looked straight at the stranger. Both started. ‘* Professor Thorpe !” dropped almost unconsciously from her lips, and ‘‘Queen Vashti!” from his, He was surprised, wonderfully so. The name, the faces at Everleigh, had struck him as singularly familiar, but he had never once thought who they reminded him of till he met her there. Taken by surprise as he was, be never for an instant suffered himself to forget his errand. He gave her the letter with a certain air of sternness. Her great handsome eyes went over it like a flash. He had expected that she would faint, but she did not. Her face indeed blanched to an awful whiteness, but her voice Was preternaturally calm as she asked : ‘“When can we go?” ““Now, if you are ready; my carriage is at the door. I have fresh horses waiting a mile or two from here. Shall we go?” ‘“Tnstantly.” She was going out without her bonnet. He took it from the floor and put it on her head. She suffered him even to tie the strings in a vague, unconscious way, and then to _ lead her out. EOmMic 300 (eco) ‘Ss