A Struggle for a Ring — page 45: what you’re looking at

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SAVING A WOMAN'S HONOR. ’ 41 saving a woman's ick Geet I am sacrificing my fatare to save a girl’s fair name.’ It was the way he chose to look at it, and there was no one to show him the other side of the picture, or place the matter fairly and justly before him. Morning was dawning when they reached London. ‘*We will go direct to the Empress,” he said; ‘‘that is one of the best hotels in London. You will be very comfortable there, Alice. I shall get a special license the first thing in the morning, and we shall be married by noon.” The next scene was the large hotel. Alice was amazed at its vast grandeur; she was even more amazed at the nonchalance and dignified ease of Lord Carsdale—he did not stand the least in awe of those imposing-looking waiters, ‘‘ dressed,” thought Alice, in her simple fashion, ‘like gentlemen.” He was not awed by the smart-looking chambermaid; but then he wasa hero, and that accounted for everything, said Alice to herself. Lord Carsdale ordered all that she required; then, with a warm pressure of the hand and a low bow, he bade her adieu for a time. ‘Are you not going to remain here ?” she asked. ‘‘No,” he replied; ‘‘it will be better not. I shall be with you by half-past ten in the morning.” She was so completely tired out that she fell into a deep sleep, and did not waken until the sun poured, warm and bright, into ker room; then she woke to the sudden recol- lection that this was her wedding-day. It was a very pale, beautiful face reflected in the mirror; there were strange, half-sad depths in the blue eyes, strangely sweet, half-sad smiles on the beautiful lips. Lord -Carsdale might have searched England over before he Si (E(0) mm (C ,00