The Widowed Bride — page 173: what you’re looking at

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“164 THE WIDOWED BRIDE acted from an 1m pulse which I cannot explain to myself. Nor do I regret it,” she added, dreamily. “Still,” said Rena. following up the chain of thought that - was in her mind, ‘the dagger is but one link in the evi- dence!” “The rest will surely be forthcoming,” said Miss Clive, with a sort of blind reliance that seemed like instinct. ‘‘I am only waiting! The day will come, and the hour, in which my hand shall deal the vengeance which has been so Jong in ripening. ‘The world is a world of mysteries, but the clew to them all will come in time. Else, why am I suffered to live on when-heart and life and secret hope have been dead so long?” She stood there like a Sibyl of old, and Rena Percival felt. a sensation of awe creep slowly through her veins as she sat watching her and listening to her slowly spoken words. Her unshaken faith was contagious in its influence. Rena, too, felt herself drawn into the current—she believed, also, that Antonia Clive was not biding her time in vain. Miss Clive saw the effect her words had produced, and smiled trium- phantly. ‘‘Miss Percival,” said she, ‘‘I have been studying you all these months, although you have not known it. I think that those who, like me, live secluded: from the world, be- come adepts in the book of human nature, and judge by many trifles, to which others would scarcely pause to give a thought. I have read your character, and I like you. Itis not so with Edith Glenhampton.” **No,” said Rena, smiling contemptuously, “she hates me!” “‘Ah! you have found it out for yourself, then,” said Miss Clive. ‘‘Come, I will not keep you any longer in this tem- ple of death.” . “Glenhampton Castle is full of strange, hidden nooks,” said Rena, as she preceded Miss Clive out into the hall. ‘I think its every corner is familiar to me, and then, all of a - sudden, I come across some new mystery. I have never yet seen those rooms in the upper part of the Haunted Tower.” “Have you not?” asked Miss Clive, with some appearance of interest lighting up her dull, corpse-like face. ‘They are worth seeing. J remember as much as that in the old times, although I have never been in them since he died. Some day we will go there together.” -comicbooks