The Vestibule Limited Mystery — page 186: what you’re looking at

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THE VESTIBULE LIMITED MYSTERY. 177 picion of the truth has not flashed into my brain—I only know that there is some impending evil hang- ing over me, and which must soon break forth. The truth, when it does come, almost staggers me with its force—to think that sucha thing should occur at all, and above everything else, just when I am on the point of arranging matters to bring us - the victory. Thank Heaven, the paper is signed, and I can hold the authors of the document to its provisions. They will not dare go back on it. The first. intimation of the truth that comes to me is when I fully catch the tone of the voice outside— what is it the man cries, in almost despairing tones: “Evangeline, I cannot, must not go. Take your arms from about my neck, girl. You drive me mad—I worship and yet detest you. Let me go,I | say. Wecan be nothing to each other after this.” “No, no, I will not let you go. You belong to me— I love youso. They told me-you were dead—that cruel, wicked man did. Oh! Robert, believe me, trust me. I am your wife!” cries the lovely de- - celver. AED “No, no!” exclaims Robert, still struggling against her subtle power, but his voice is weak—he cannot long resist with those arms about him, and this charming creature whom he adores, calling herself his wife. “But I say Iam, dispute it who dares. Itisalla plot to separate us. They cannot do such a wicked thing. You are mine, and I am yours forever. Come, let us go in and show my father that you live. He will be delighted, for he has taken on s0 since I told him we were married,” cS (ele) Be | : EOmMIcboo