The Widowed Bride — page 207: what you’re looking at

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198 THE WIDOWED BRIDE “T don’t know,” said Elison, her voice growing faint and dreamy. ‘‘He used to send to me for money every year— © he was good to the little ones, I know, for he was a kind- hearted creature, though weak—but of late years I heard no more of him. He’s dead, I suppose. Well, well, we must all die, and I’ve lived out more of the years of man or woman, already! And now, Lord Adelbert, you know it all! My lady cannot harm a dead woman, or her vengeance would follow me even to the grave!” she added, shuddering. “But tell her I kept her secret in life, and if Fate has un- done her work it is through no fault of Elison Polwheal’s. Close the casements, and go away—you that have disturbed a dying soul, for I’ve naught more to do with the world!” And the next morning, when Lord Glenhampton and his recovered child, whose identity, especially after her own simple recital of the wandering life and the strange end of the old man, Jason Garfield, whom she had called ‘‘grand- father,” he could no longer doubt, were on their way toward Glenhampton, Hester Jones came to tell the rector that old Elison was dead! (elo) GComicbooks