The Argosy — page 276: what you’re looking at

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260 Edina, he departed. . His first visit led him past the druggist’s; and his glance, of its own accord, and as though fascinated, turned to the window. There, amid the glow of red and green and blue reflected from the shining globes, he saw the face of Blase Pellet; just as he had used to see it amid the glow of the same varied colours at Trennach. CHAPTER Xxx. CROPPING UP AGAIN. “Way, Daisy! Out marketing, my dear?” The salutation to Mrs. Frank Raynor came from her husband. One winter's morning, heedless of the extreme cold and the frost that made the streets partially deserted, she followed her husband when he went abroad after breakfast. The dwelling-place of Mrs. Bell and her daughter had become known to her long ago, and three parts of Daisy’s days were passed in dodging her husband's footsteps, to see whether they took him to it. That most unreasoning jealousy, which had seized upon her mind, increased in force. It was growing to be almost a disease. She felt sure, sure as if she had seen it written in letters of fire, that her hus- band’s love had been, was, and would ever be Rosaline Bell’s : that it never had been hers: and over and over again she asked herself the question—why had he married her? It all appeared so plain to Daisy. Looking back, she could, as she fully believed, trace the past out, in regard to it, bit by bit. First of all, there was the girl’s unusual and dangerous beauty ; Frank Raynor’s attendance at the house on the Bare Plain, under the plea of visiting the mother professionally ; and the intimacy that was reported to exist between himself and Rosaline. A great deal more frequently than was good or necessary, Daisy recalled the evening when Frank had been dining at the Mount, and the conversation had turned upon the mysterious dis- appearance of Bell the miner and on the beauty of his daughter. Frank's signs of agitation—his emotional voice, his flushings from red to white—Daisy had then been entirely unable to comprehend: she had considered them as unaccountable as was the absence of the man of whom they were speaking—Bell. Now the reason was very apparent to her: the emotion had arisen from his love of Rosaline. She remembered, as though it had been but yesterday, the tales brought home by Tabitha, and repeated to herself—that this beautiful daughter of Bell the miner was Frank Raynor’s best and only love, and that the gitl worshipped the very ground he trod on. It was too late then to be swayed by the information, for the private marriage had taken place in comicbooks.com