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116 THE COURT OF LONDON “TIT would have you become mine — wholly mine,” answered, after a short pause. “| weald have you receive me as your husband now — ‘his very evening —that D5 may be assured of having © vem s® completely that 7) need fear no rival. For | op waleus, Octavia—oh! if have a fault, it is the “eiewe; and until your fathe has returned and ¢ = gagent to our union, ay, even . until our hands a: . “| the aitar, I shall never know — an Instant’s pear ” ts beeause I love you so de — votedly, m ‘seee | adore you with such a full | measure of woreniy vet £ am jealous of you; and if 1 = beseec! * Sefapassion upon me, and give me agers Drm wf Woman ean give, ‘tis only that ] | MAY cone “ten away from you by the conviction thet | Seve soowred a treasure which no rival can take 7 " set shall [ do?’ murmured Octavia, weeping * Gelght and pain. “Oh, why demand such a iy affection, George? Can you not put faith ib we “2 you not believe that I love you? ” -ormive me, dearest, if I reiterate the tale of my” e#lewey.” exclaimed Harley, straining the yielding maiden meme clesely to his breast; “but ’tis a weakness that F ~ mnet eonquer. Have pity upon me, then — have pity” a oe. Torture me not with those racking anxieties — flave pity upon me, George!” cried Octavia, gliding » his arme and sinking at his feet, her hair, which had ts confinement, flowing all dishevelled down 4 upon me, I say — have pity upon | Ava! it e} — hands toward him. ‘The voluptuarr ‘or an instant chagrined with diet wre er pporting himself against the edge of | » be bent upon ber a iook the momentary vexatiogy oy heel oged into an expression of passionate admins tion, & | i“ was she, thus ~seefi at his feet, wit! her hai ma over her shoulder “ Octavia e me not — you will drive me mad! ~ he suddenly exes» ‘aying with on infernal artifice upell “SO ‘BEAUTIFULT WAS “SHE THUS® KNEELING: AT» HISFEETiveness the “Photo grasiure from original agatha abrupt ly away, a8 about to leave the room K ; * ms Gomicbooks.com ir ty.’