Octavia's Pride; or, The Missing Witness — page 127: what you’re looking at

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f ere GAP. ipate a en 7 OCTAVIA’S PRIDE. 117 must be found to prove to this same court that a Middleton had no hand in putting him out of the way.” ““Pshaw !” muttered Felix, impatiently, turning away from the clear-eyed face, which was handsomer than ever under its indignation; but in a moment alter he added, gloomily. ‘‘ But it is true; Mathew Merle must be found. I will find him.” ‘““What makes you think of South America. It is the last quarter in which I should turn. My own mind is that he will be found in some of the large cities of the United Kingdom. My clew suggests such an idea,” returned Maurice, eagerly. “© Your clew?—what clew?” Maurice was in the mood now to ignore his imperious ways, and he related the same story he had given his father. ‘*T never heard about the niece,” said Felix, “but I have heard him talk about a Don he expected to arrive shortly from eastward somewhere. Look if you like around home, but I shall take the first passage I can find to Rio, and hunt up the British brig Lively Jane.” “The Lively Jane!” echoed Middleton, senior, turning around and pushing up the glasses which were helping him to read the paper. ‘Why, here’s something about her, here in the paper: “*The steamer Nautilus spoke a ship on her passage home, and that ship reported the British brig Lively Jane, Captain Holt, burned at sea. She had on board the mate and the long boat’s crew, who had escaped through innumerable perils. The captain, with the other boat anda passenger, name unknown to the mate, are supposed to _ have perished.’ ’’ Middleton, senior, read it off glibly, unmindful of the effect of the intelligence. His son Felix had been pale and ill-looking before, Now, however, he was fairly ghastly, xe Eomicbooks.com. |