Penny Dreadfuls, 1888 · page 107 of 284
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OCTAVIA’S PRIDE. | On she sped and descended the next flight. Here was her danger. She had an instinctive consciousness that the heir kept in close proximity to the paper and effects in Doctor Morley’s office. Her brave heart began to beat now in quicker pulsations, but she laid her hand firmly on the knob of the office door. It. came to her with the shivery sense of the change in all things, how often and often her hand had known that contact, as she had gone in and out from Doctor Morley’s kindly presence, and it almost seemed. that the senseless metal must know she was taking now her final leave. Did her steady hand tremble at last? The door creaked sharply. She leaned silently against the case- ment, all her faculties merged into one, listening for the shghtest sound or stir. Once her heart gave a desperate leap. She thought some one moved in the room beyond, but as there came no re- newal, she said to herself it was only her imagination. Then she crept into theroom. Zhe room of all the house, impregnated, saturated, pervaded with Doctor Morley. She did not need a light to know its looks. Oh, how deeply every minutest object was imprinted in hermemory! There in the center of the room was the long table, on one end the case of surgical instruments, and the tray of writing ma- terials on the other. There were the two sides, solid to the ceiling, with row upon row of books, many of them rare and costly, and not one among them light or trivial, and the great case, with glass doors, filled every shelf with vials and powders, stood between the windows. And there was the great globe in its brass stand, and the array of philo- sophical and chemical apparatus, and the mounted. skele- ton keeping grim guard over against the secretaire. Kyerything was so familiar,so much more beautiful to Jenny Wren than the costliest drawing-room in the-land. It cut to her heart with a terrible pang to realize, as she did fully and entirely, that she had no more part init. That it cS €o EComIcboo