Love at the Loom — page 258: what you’re looking at

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_ burning contents on the fair face? CHAPTER XXXII. AN AWFUL MOMENT. Perhaps the most awful moment in the life of Goldie was when she looked into the passion-distorted face of Mildred and realized that there was nothing conceiv- able that she would not do to wreck her happiness. : She knew by the implacable hatred she saw there, by the almost insane jealousy that glowed in the mid- ‘night orbs, that the threat which the lips.had uttered would be executed, 1f nothing interposed to prevent, | And what could interpose, in that lonely room 2 _ What was to hinder that poised bottle from spilling its “Mildred, spare me this!’ Goldie moaned, clasping ; her little hands: together. “Spare you!” hissed Mildred, holding her hand as ; if from the purely malignant pleasure of seeing her victuiin’s agony. “I would not spare you; though you” pleaded from your dying-bed. I have sworn to look — upon your scarred and hideous face, so that I might gloat over it. Spare you! no, ten thousand times - “no!” “May Heaven have mercy on you in . your hour of need!’ murmured Goldie, covering oJ tomicbo sh hen - ¢ a fe ~ Wer: “ ound : * eta. ees eae Keer ee ee det ds