Octavia's Pride; or, The Missing Witness — page 48: what you’re looking at

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38 OCTAVIA’S PRIDE. Of course not. You are both ready enough to quarrel, without my help. But, Felix, I am anxious to know what danger can threaten our case ?” His son bent from his tall height, and whispered a single sentence. But a cannon at his ear could not have shocked him more. Mr. John Middleton staggered back, turned deadly pale, and grasping at a chair to support himself, ETON: ““No, no, Felix! That is impossible !” ‘“T tell you, sir, 1t is coming to lhght, sure as fate, unless we stop it. It wasa miserable mistake getting this Mathew Merle over here. He*must not give in his evidence him- self.” : ““No, he must not. But how can it be helped ?” ‘“Leave it to me, sir. Octavia Wainwright was right when she said, ‘The Middletons will take care of Mathew Merle.’ ” Father and son grasped hands, looking into each other’s faces with fiercely burning eyes. Look and gesture meant more than any speech of the tongue. And then they parted. oS SS eS Se CHAPTER IV. THE MUTILATED BIBLE. The Sea Foam had gained the channel, and the white cliffs of the English shore were dwindling and dwindling into mere specks. The sails filled out stiffly, and laying over a little on one side, the gallant vessel plowed through the white-crested waves as though impelled by a living force within itself. The mate walked the deck, casting a satisfied glare now and then up at the sails, and looking back toward the shore €o comicbooks