His Other Wife: A Novel — page 341: what you’re looking at

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RACHEL'S TESTIMONY. 333 went a change which no one saw, because all looks were centered upon the woman. A flash of some internal terror came out upon his stolid face, as when lightning leaps out from a dull, black cloud; but quickly as the electric vein it retreated to its hiding- place, and, when the audience once more examined his countenance, it was as unrevealing and self-possessed as before. The awful woman there before him on the wit- ness-stand seemed to be no concern of his. ‘“What is your name?” asked Mr. Craig of the mummy- like woman. ) ‘*Rachel Croft mee Logan.” ‘‘Rachel Croft, is the prisoner at the bar known to you?” ‘‘Mathew Croft, the prisoner at the bar, is my husband, and the father of my child.” These responses fell automatically from the hueless lips that scarcely seemed to move in making their clear, me- tallic utterances. ‘Will you give the court a plain and concise statement of your history, so far as it includes that of the prisoner?’ She instantly, and in the most mechanical manner pos- sible, proceeded to relate, with great clearness, the whole of the incidents as set down in the earlier chapters of this story up to the moment when she fell asleep after par- taking of the draught prepared and administered by her husband. She then paused for a moment, and something like abhorrence of making a further revelation passed over Eomicbooks: (E(@)