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220 WEAKER THAN A WOMAN, + “Yes.” aoreed Felix; “I am tired.” ; He had no time to finish his speech. Sir Owen did not seem to hear it. He merely turned with a scowl to his wife, and cried, in a voice of thunder : : “it down, and go on with the game.” | Felix saw that she trembled in every limb, yet she kept. all sign of emotion from her face; nothing but its pallor betrayed her fear. She sat down, but the young lawyer’s spirit was roused. He threw the cards upon the table. “Tady Chevenix is very amiable to go on playing,” he said: “I shall not. It is late, and quite time to leave off.” ~ Without a word, and so suddenly that there was no time to prevent it, Sir Owen turned and struck his wife in the face. “Take that,” he said, “and mind you do not interfere with me again !” The next moment a pair of strong arms had seized him and had literally thrown him across the room. His face white, his whole body trembling with passion, Felix stood over him. “Tf you touch her ladyship again, if you lay your cow- ardly hands upon her,” he cried, “I will kill you Ps Then he turned to Violet. She stood trembling, with a ereat red mark across her lovely pale face—a mark that burned like a hot iron. “Oh, Lady Chevenix,” he said, “I am so sorry! T ought “ have been quicker, more on my guard. Are you much. urt ?” She raised her face with that terrible bruise on it to his, and he saw great tears in her eyes. For a moment the old impulse of love was strong upon him, and he longed to shelter the golden head, every hair of which was dear to him, on his breast; then he recollected himself, and said, gently : | : : , - “T ghall never forgive myself that this has happened. Tf 3 I had been quicker—” He broke off abruptly, for his wrath — was rising again. “I shall kill him,” he eried, “if he touches you!” | ~She looked up at him; the bruised face touched his heart, and he turned away. Sir Owen was lying just where he had thrown him. He went over to him; the baronet had most composedly fallen asleep. “ “Thank Heaven,” he said, “that I did not kill him—that — I did not do him some deadly harm. Shall I ring for the ~ servants?” he asked Lady Chevenix, and he never forgot her answer. 2 nae | comicbooks.con ’ zy 7 he ft Fut ei. pe Tee te