Penny Dreadfuls, 1892 · page 78 of 93
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Y ae * *o & Be “ots tes ae, a >. 3 + a ™ ~~ ot) ey y cet 72 DEALING THE BLOW. | | That is what he told me, and—I cannot—cannot marry | ou. He smiled pitifully and incredulously. “You are unnerved, my darling.” . “No, no,” she said, wildly. “You must believe me— you must. I cannot—will not marry you.” A look of perplexity crossed Guy’s face as he looked at Violet. Her agony was so great that he could not mistake it; but there was a settled despair in her refusal to marry him that sent a chill to his heart. “Do you realize what you are saying, Violet?” he asked, in a low, beseeching tone. “T know—I know,” she answered, looking wildly about her, as if seeking some mode of escape. “I said I would not marry you. I mean it, Guy. Let me go—do not speak to me again. I—I am not—not worthy. I—oh, tell him, tell him, for I cannot.” | “Ves, I will speak for you,” began Lord Coldenham, but Guy interrupted him in a hoarse, menacing tone. “Ag there is a heaven above us, Lord Coldenham, if you interfere by so much as a word between her and me I will do youa mortal injury. Violet, tell me what this means.. It is so few hours ago that I left you and you clung to me, saying you loved me, and now you say— what do you say ?” She shrank before his burning eyes, and her soul burst forth in a wail: “He will hate me, he will hate me!” Then his love burst forth, and he caught her in his arms, crying: “My darling, my darling! will you let anything come between us? Have we left father and mother for love of each other, to be parted now? No, no, my darling, no.” It, was so good to be there, after the agony and woe that had possessed her soul, that for a moment she let her head rest peacefully on his breast, and he felt that he had regained her; but of a sudden her promise came to her, and with a sobbing moan she broke away from him, and let the unhappy lie find its way to her unwilling lips. “No, no, Guy. I thought you would be rich—I did not know that your mother would disinherit you. I—I can- not marry you if you are poor.” : | Guy stared at her as if he had gone mad. | “Tt is a lie—a lie!” he said, hoarsely. “I do not believe © it. My Violet care for money! On, Heaven, she is mad! And you”—he turned to Lord Coldenham with such an comicbooks.com