Octavia's Pride; or, The Missing Witness — page 161: what you’re looking at

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Ae a eS OCTAVIA’S PRIDE . 151 carved statues beyond, grim, and dark, and cold, and only once moved or spoke. ‘Then he raised his arm slowly and struck his clenched hand against his forehead. «‘ Hate is hard to me. Bitterly cruel is it that there should be but one thing in the world beautiful and desirable in my eyes, and yet that one hope be relentlessly crushed!” There came a stir through the garden branches; a stately figure glided forward from the balcony where she had been stationed watching him. | “* Felix,” said she, in a voice DESY blended of grief and joy. | ‘Miss Wainwright,” was answered, coldly and angrily. — ““You have saved my life probably. Felix, Felix, I can- not leave you to be so bitterly angry with me! What can I say? What can I do?” : He started and moved a step toward her, his whole frame trembling. ‘Octavia, there is one word you can say—only one.” “That is impossible,” said she, more sadly than scorn- fully. . e- But his anger blazed out again. : ‘““Go, go,” cried he, fiercely. ‘‘ Nothing is impossible to aa: ae hy eae)” a brave and earnest heart. But you are willing to crush my — happiness, to ruin my life—by Heaven! Iam not sure but you stab your own heart all to gratify your indomitable pride. Go!’ She crept back to the balcony without a word, while Felix stalked away to the house and up to his private apartment. CHAPTER XVI. JANE AND WILL. Great was the curiosity of all on board the good ship Royal Bess when they sighted Trinidad, and saw the signal KS —* ‘S Tah) ay . 7 GComMmIcboo ALS P dats