The Widowed Bride — page 99: what you’re looking at

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90 THE WIDOWED BRIDE. is coming down next week, Blanche, with some at his young friends, so it will be less dull for you.” “TY am never dull, mamma,” said Blanche, quietly. “But Miss Percival may be,’’and without pausing to hear Rena’s disclaimer, the countess led the way into the great dining-room, where there was glass and silver, and _hot- house flowers, and table-room enough to seat thirty people, with a tall footman, the very duplicate of the gentleman who had announced the meal, behind each chair, and a sil- ver-haired butler at the sideboard, watching his su bordinates with an argus eye. Rena Percival had not yet taken the crimson velvet chair with oaken Gothic back and wide, hospitable arms which was obviously indicated to her by the white-haired old but- ler, when the door at the farther end of the long room swung slowly open, revolving noiselessly upon its plaited hinges, and something glided in which made the young girl start and thrill as if she had suddenly beheld a supernatural visitant from the world of dreams, and shadows, and un- real things. comicbooks.co