Violet Lisle — page 73: what you’re looking at

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oe aa am head ” ‘she said: Sadly. “that yeu are willing ce admit that much. What shall I do?” “Write him a note, leaving it here for him.” _ “What shall I say?” _ She spoke calmly, but any one must have seen what she was suffering. Her soul was on the rack. : “You must say something that will turn him from you,” he replied, with a furtive look at her. “Say that _ you have learned that he will forfeit his mother’s wealth, -and that without that you cannot marry him.” ! “No!” she cried, indignantly. ‘‘That would be ine famous !” “Tt would prove you to be in earnest,” was the answer. _ “Oh, Heaven !” cried the tortured creature, “is there no “ats £ way to his happiness but through my agony? MustIllose — him and the only thing else in the world that I care bona his love?” “Tf you seek his Bentinck you will not quarrel with eee the means to it.” Bak “Oh,” she eried out, as if it had been forced from her — torn heart, “have you no pity? I will not write the in- famous lie! Write it if you will, and I will put my name to it, and I pray Heaven it will not wreck his life. I ean- _ not see my way—it is all darkness to me,” and she covered her face with her little hands. - Lord Coldenham waited for no further permission, but gat down at a table on which were pen, ink, and paper, -and began writing; but his pen had hardly touched the Fart paper when he heard a noise at the street door. He — _ looked quickly up, and saw Violet listening with an eager — - expression on her face. “That may be Guy,” he said, quickly. “Tt is Guy !” she said, with a ring of joy in her voice. “Remember your promise,” he said. “Here! I have — _ not had time to write. Sign your name at the bettors of WY ; . | - . a g ™ > x = we _ this sheet and I will fill in the letter.” a _ She hesitated, and there was a wild ROOK of hope in her ae _ Cyes. 1 a Think of Guy and his happiness! WoEwee yourself!” _ he said, desperately. “Sign this quickly, and when he aes -eomes be true to your promise !” Re He had hardly hoped to effect anything by his appeal, oN but a sudden look of despair chased every other expres- _ sion from the beautiful face, and she satin the chair he had ‘eacsabeaed and a her name, breathing a prayer at Be sds om Heo ‘si€OM