Lady Evelyn — page 214: what you’re looking at

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“The Spell NOE Pile P aciaileress.” A oe rave him anything—that I could make oF iouet me, Ohy nce Heaven! in losing my birthright | have lost forever all ee thiat make man’s life sweet. Shall I spare Gerald Des- mond because the child of Inez d’Alvarez looks at me. with those glorious eyes, with that matchless beauty? No!” —his hand, hanging by his side, clenched, his eyes” flashed—‘“‘no! To the uttermost farthing shall he pay. ere loved him and I trusted him; all I had was his; and his return was dishonor and death. Spare him? No! I will cross this threshold no more. Before this week ends my search for M@rgan will begin; and when I have found ~ him, then, Gerald Desmond, the dead Kathleen and the ce oe living Roderick Desmond will be amply avenged !”’ But though man may propose, the woman he loves is very apt to dispose. Medea, the Enchantress, could con- jure the dead; the stars out of heaven and the race of en- chantresses has not died out with her. Samson arid Her- cules and Antony were men of might; but Delilah and Omphale and Cleopatra could twist them round their ~ little fingers, and make them the veriest drivelers. © A So, presently, when the stern and stalwart American officer found himself an a cozy nook beside Clontartf’s peerless daughter, all his heroic resolves melted away, and he was listening to the soft music of that low-trained voice, and dazzled and blinded by the light of the starry eyes and brilliant smiles. Trevannance, leaning against the marble of the low chimney-piece, and flirting with Lady Clydesmore anda whole group of county sirens, watched them under his eyelashes, and wondered a little at the gracious mood of | her imperial ladyship. She was. a haughty, exclusive ~ young beauty, not in the least disposed for sudden friend- ships—a most unlikely subject for love at first sight; and yet here was Colonel Drummond, met for the first time a few hours ago, admitted into the magic “inner circle’ of her regard at once. “Is it because of his melodramatic resemblance to the _ defunct Irish cousin, or is it because he is my friend?” ~ He smiled’a little at the last conceited notion. “If my lady loved me, that might account for it; but she is far beyond any such mortal weakness. It would not be as) __ lite, I suppose, to interrupt their private conve oo 4" we 3 Satin ae x ro —_ * k a | ile spe bid wh ees” ‘ rt ss bp, ge gat. . - ~~ y ~ Pp ~ Z - . ee Se a prt <- Wn Miele _” is eee: ets gor — ares ia “ Se ~', 7 aia oA Fy on f 3) . 5 baa ¥ VR rs : AW ye 1 crn AN : ey . * Ng + a! : JEN ay vars ! 1a. Ane took an. easier Tagen eanet Be “ comich i i ati pe aie ‘ ry >i as, ¥ ra> Set el POS LGN GLAS WD) = Ws apn on 3 { » . ‘al Py) oi . ‘ t rel 4 An To og Oe “ wis dd hs vty. { un i. em ' ‘fe is t . We PA oa te 4 a fo Ate