Despard, the Spy: Or, The Fall of Montreal — page 56: what you’re looking at

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64 DESPLRD, THE SPY. shull know the bliss of wotnan’s love. But, such a creatufe as this warms my heart:even now.” “'You say I do not love her; the man who says that knows nothing of my heart.” — “ Did you love Terese D’Arcy ?” “Not exactly. It pleased me to break the romantic charm'Which bound her to that puling fool whom I hate, even now; but that he escaped his head ht have fallen ; I hope he is dead.” “ Do you know where Ne “ ff asked Despard, his eyes gleam- ing strangely.” ‘IT never heard of him again. Where he went, no one knows: Perhaps he joined’ the stream of adventurers who came to this country.’ Certain it ‘is, he never again’ set foot in Normandy. I think he is under the sod or ‘the sea. Wherever he lies, the’ fend go with his soul and have it in if Then Terese escaped you " . “ She was a fool.” af tn : In an instant, with a mighty would, pard was upon the villain‘and*had hin by the throat. ° Phe | countenance of the apy was distorted by passion, and his dark’ eyes flamed: Nke newly-kindled fires: ‘Then his fate was" sealed, ifthe sudden fit of choler had not ‘left Despard, as quickly as it came. He had: bent the major backward ‘over the chait' on which he had been sitting, and the knife was lifted in air, but’ be paused: Whatever-it'might have ect that ep te his hand, it is a that hedid ‘not'strike. "© er . “Unsay that word, or you die ig ‘ sight “Yes; don’t strike’ me.’ I hadno right to talc of her’ in - a pass stam) = he sea A with fear. ilies esp 1 released him aud he ee to his feet, © The: face a i — aad: an-