The Illegal Marriage — page 33: what you’re looking at

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THE ILLEGAL MARRIAGE. 25 Stannard said to himself. “He surprised me, really. He has shown me how true is the saying that noble- ness of soul may often be found with an uncomely body. There’s real stuff in that boy—pity there’s not more of it in those men drinking yonder.” He looked at them scornfully, but still went in to them. “You must make yourselves at home, and call for what you want. I cannot stay with you, but will meet you at the inquest. Excuse me, please.” He went into the room where Trippe was lying, relieving the servant who was watching him. Throwing himself into an easy-chair, Stannard tried to go over the events of this dreadful morn- ing; but he could think of nothing but Cecy Mor- gan, and heartily wished the doctor, or the women would come. Scarcely had the thought passed through his mind ere he was startled by a woman’s shriek, and turned in time to see the doctor’s wife throw herself upon the insensible body of her husband. Stannard was deeply affected. It was some time before he could get her caim enough to listen to the story. “Who could have done it,” she sobbed, kissing again and again the limp hand in her own, already wet with her tears. “Who could have injured him ?” “It may have been an accident, you know,” he said, with an effort at consolation. “I was buta few moments behind him, and saw no one. I thought I saw old Hawks early in the morning.” “Old Abner?” she asked, quickly, raising her head. | “Yes, I thought it was he, but may have been Eomicbooks (E(o)