Penny Dreadfuls, 1889 · page 181 of 216
The American Marquis by Nick Carter — page 181: what you’re looking at
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affect you. Oh, I am angry when I think of all the shame that must fall on my pure and innocent wife because of that — worthless fellow.” ‘« But, Honore, I must tell you «You must tell me nothing now, darling.” ‘©Oh, Honore, if you only knew.” ef There, my darling, there!” It was as if he was talking to a little child. ‘<T must tell you now.’ 99 Grace felt that she must unburden her aching heart and satisfy her conscience. Honore, however, refused to listen, auld at last the worn-. out, heart- -weary woman acquiesced, and sat looking at her husband 1 in dumb despair. ** Grace, dear,” he said, after several minutes of reflec- tion, ‘<I think it will be better for me to hurry to Paris, and do what I can to aid your miserable brother. It may not be too late.” _ Grace offered no opposition. The succession of shocks coming to her had plunged her into a sort of stupor. Her senses were benumbed by excessive suffering. Honore hastily prepared for his departure. Grace embraced him mechanically, but he did not seem to notice it. ‘«<T will walk to the station,” he said. “ aes time enough, and the exercise will be good for me.” ‘“ Yes,” she answered. He embraced her for a last time, and was gone. She mechanically waved an answering kiss to him as he passed through the gate. But long after he had gone she stood on the marble steps, gazing vacantly into space. She was still standing there when her maid came to an- nounce'the midday meal. «¢ Will your ladyship come into dinner?” she asked. *¢ Yes,” she said, without moving, By i MS come.” ‘‘Tt is waiting, your ladyship.” ‘«We all have to wait; but the time will come.’ The startled maid cast a quick glance at her ne ee and was shocked to see her pallor. «“You are ill, my lady,” she said, gently, ‘‘may I. assist you?” THE AMERICAN MARQUIS. | 177, { 74 as eee Sgt eee ORY, Ve Bes ee er OO ee ee eh a et er Ne or Fale ot 45 Pe ee Ss oo ee oe ‘ FA Ae AT?) ele SL, jas el : } i\pe ae ‘ale C4 SERA Tega tg te Fhe | feety iF ae RA ae ores te we RE ee ae ey Rie Area Bs it Pat Rd clk Bt a As ‘> 5 AS \ tan ‘SPs war a : a a ? AAs. jet 6" ae i Rat yA : 4 mY ea Te oat ‘x dred Pigs! e rig iY Po a Ayres wry Py Lait | - ' “is re x J : \ ~*~ Can | “ee: ‘ ays { - ay ‘ <.s " rs ; ee a bn a o.5 OF Ay SPARS mt 4 a a Ae 4 WY ae Os CCA A et © om Piet ia i yet 4 ‘ . . fat ae te hee ¥ : é te se ‘A ate eu A Bi . 4 7 : ot 7 i * ay he AP iECOmMmIcbDOoOKS. co