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—— THE MYATERIKS OF THR COURT. | 265 —_— OO Ce" why should you turn round eo sudden and in sqch a | her that the deeds of the dreadfu) man who was in quiky manmer towards that doov >” her presence had so. mysteriously yet cloesly linked “I did not—it is faleeo—it is a mistake!” cried | themesives with eiroumstances er be- Lady Sazondale vehemently: but horrible distress | longing to her own career. Ob! to recall the past! was mingled with her impetuous excitement. But no: it was impossible. Was she-—-tho proud, the “Ah! but I say you did though,” reterted Chiffin, | haughty, the brilliant Lady i “end you can’t deceive me. If you knowed that | to Hnger here in dissouree with the foulest of foal Ralph Parefield met kis death thers, you must have | specimens of humanity? Yes--such was the me- bad something te do with it; for if yeu had nothing | cessity to which the dark incidents of her life had at all to do with his death, you wouldn't have| brought her: and therefove that groan--Oh! i knowed he was there at all or how he died. That's | expressed a world of horrible feelings, all conveyed as plam as possible. The world never knowed it: | Urrough one deep, involuntary, hollow sound! it was never put in the paper: all that was said| “Comte, come, ma’am," seid Chiffin, with coarse was that he disappesred suddenly, and was supposed | familiarity—end now the patrician lady shuddered to have fled the country on account of his debts. | from head to foot,“ don’t take on so just benause Bat me and some pals of mine discovered him | we're chatting over past things. You ees that some down there—fished him up—and sold him to a! events which happened in my life is pretty near dostor.” connected with some of your’n. Well, I've fathom —— to do with Ralph Farefisld® Why, that he was; Lady Sarendale gave an inveluntary grean an the drowned there. And if you hadn't s kneowed this, | hideous, horrible, awful convistion was foeced upon mo. SA.—THIRD SERIES. =! comicbooks.com