His Other Wife: A Novel — page 185: what you’re looking at

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THE NOTE OF DOOM. 177 with flame-like eyes that seemed starting from their hol- . low recesses under his bristling brows. ‘‘You I cannot kill; but his life shall pay the forfeit of your mutual crime |” ‘<*«Mutual,’ indeed! Ha! ha! hal What a pitiful fool you are to imagine that if it were ‘mutual’ I should have been here now, enduring the sickening disgust of your presence—the loathsome torment of my position in — this house—the gnawing anxiety and suspense which my so-called marriage to you entails. No, sir! You owe the pleasure of my society entirely to Gordon Warren’s per- sistent rejection of the love I feel for, and have too plainly offered him. Let me hope that you are duly sensible of that obligation.” She looked the incarnation of a mocking devil as she uttered the scoff—her beautiful lips wreathed with a smile of infamous glee in the thrust she was giving, and her eyes emitting scintillations of wicked defiance. ‘All the same, I shall asswme that he is guilty, since through him alone I can punish you.” “Another poisoning tragedy, I presume! It is the only form of killing, unless a stab in the dark, of which your courage is capable! But unless something is done for him now, I think you will be saved the trouble of nerving yourself up to the very honorable vendetta that you con- template.” - Croft: had *previously relaxed his hold of her, and, as she made the last remark, Leda passed swiftly to the bell-. Gomichoo <S:: (E(@) =|