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188 A SEVERE THREAT. tossing among her lace-covered pillows, in the grasp of the fever-fiend. When Geraldine had caught a glimpse of that white face pressed against the window-pane on her miserable wedding- day, her reason for the time had given way. For it was Howard Ashleigh. He could not resist the temptation to look upon her face once more before he should turn his back upon London, and return to America and his works, where henceforth he would bury himself from the knowledge of his fellow-men. **T will look upon her face Sate he had said to himself, ‘‘and then I will go away forever.” And this was the result.. Geraldine had caught a glimpse of the pale, agonized face, with its wild, despairing eyes, and shriek after shriek had burst from her pale lips, and she had fallen to the floor in strong convulsions. ‘Toward morning she _ had grown easier; the succeeding hours brought a settled apathy, and she lay like a statue. But the great house in Park Lane had suddenly become hateful to her; she insisted on leaving London and going back to her father’s old country- ‘house, near Waltham. Sir John listened to her demand for removal thither—listened quietly, but his eyes blazed with exultation. ‘‘T’ll doit,” he muttered. ‘‘I’ll have my lady safe, and when once well caged she shall find out, to her cost, who is master.” So they had her removed by easy stages; not to Lionel Vernon's house, but to the fine estate which belonged to the man whom Geraldine hated so intensely, yet who was her hus- band. When she had found out the truth she was nearly fran- tic, for the thought of being alone with him at that quiet place was enough to drive her mad. She had become fearfully ex- cited, and the dormant disease developed into fever. She might never recover, they said; but one way or the other, it would be very soon decided. And all the time her beseeching =) Pit: GOMIcboOoks: co