The Widowed Bride — page 33: what you’re looking at

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a4 THE WIDOWED BRIDE. fast asleep. The door into the nurse’s room adjoining was open, and Lieschen, the trustworthy German woman, who at been Blanche’s attendant, ever since her birth, was also asleep. , body Glenhampton paused only to press her lips to Blanche’s sleep-flushed cheek, and put the curls away from Ernest's fair, white forehead, ere she went to Miss Clive’ s room. ‘‘Antonia,” she breathed softly, opening the door as she perceived a line of light under it—‘‘Antonia, are you awake?” Antonia Clive was not only awake, but she was up, and straining her eyes from the window. | “Have they aroused you, dearest?’ asked her friend, en- tering the room and passing her arm caressingly around the governess waist. | “*T heard the noise and the voices,” Miss Clive answered, “a back her hair with a sort of bewildered look. ‘‘Oh, dith, what is it?” | ‘“‘Nothing that need make you look so pale, dear,” Lady Glenhampton answered with a smile. ‘‘Don’t you see the red right?” “But I thought it was the dawn.” “Little simpleton,’ smiled the countess. ‘Don’t you ooo that you are looking toward the west. It is a re!” ‘A fire?” Antonia gasped; ‘‘where?” ‘‘Lord Glenhampton conjectured at once that it was the deserted lodge at the lower end of the park, and it seems he was right. There is no harm done. No one lives there, and it will give the earl an opportunity to replace the unseemly old pile by a building which will be really picturesque. Now, go to sleep, love, or Mr. Hunsworth will be lamenting the _loss of your roses, when he comes in the morning.” “But Edith’—and Miss Clive caught at the countess’ robe, as if she would fain hinder her departure—‘‘I—I have something to tell you. Edith, I am very wretched!” With a mute motion she pointed to the white cambric robe on the sofa, the embroidered Persian silk shppers on _ the rug, wet and bedraggled, as if they had been dragged through dew and dust. ok ‘“~ must have been sleep-walking, again, Edith,” she wailed, holding her face in Lady Glenhampton’s breast. - comicbooks.co