The Widowed Bride — page 212: what you’re looking at

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itk WIDOWED BRIDE. 203 its empty casket. See the ear-rings—the serpents—and the dragon, and the hideous human faces! I know them all by heart—I have studied their every line for years! Don’t you see that the devices tally in every respect? ‘The dagger, which wrought his death, was taken from that very recep- tacle. Do you see how exactly it fits?” She placed the rusted instrument in the square casket, and replaced the lid. It was evidently the integral part of the East Indian work-box. “But, Miss Clive!” cried Rena, recovering the speech that had deserted her in the breathless horror of the mo- ment, ‘‘you must surely be mistaken; the work-box belongs to the Countess of Glenhampton!”’ Antonia’s face. grew dark—a livid light flashed into her eyes. , ‘Tam not mistaken!” she said, slowly. ‘“The work-box belongs to the Countess of Glenhampton, and it was the hand of the Countess of Glenhampton that murdered Arthur Hunsworth!. She—-she wrought the cruel, dastardly deed— the woman I have loved and trusted all these years! But that is over now, and my revenge has come at last!” She broke from Rena’s restraining embrace, and. holding the dagger tightly clasped in her hand, rushed from the room as swiftly and as silently as a flying shadow, moaning, as she went: ‘‘Reyenge! revenge! At last! at last?’ EOomichbooks: co mn