A Study in Scarlet (Serial Edition Cover) — page 152: what you’re looking at

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144 A STUDY IN SCARLET. won’t have her very long, though, for I saw death in her face yesterday. She is more like a ghost than a woman. Are you off, then?” “Yes, I’m off,” said Jefferson Hone who had risen from his seat. His face might have been chiseled out of marble, se hard and so set was its expression, while his eyes glowed with a baleful light. “Where are you going P” “Never mind,” he answered ; and, slinging his weap. on over his shoulder, strode off down the gorge and so away into the heart of the mountains to the haunt of the wild beasts. Among them all there was none se fierce and so dangerous as himself. The prediction of the Mormon was only too well ful. filled. Whether it was the terrible death of her father or the effects of the hateful marriage into which she had been forced, poor Lucy never held up her head again, but pined away and died within a month. Her sottish husband, who had married her principally for the sake of John Ferrier’s property, did not affect any great grief at his bereavement; but his other wives mourned: over her, and sat up with her the night before the burial, as is the Mormon custom. They were grouped round the bier in the early hours of the morning, when, to their inexpress-~ ible fear and astonishment, the door was flung open, and a savage-looking, weather-beaten man in tattered garments strode into the room. Without a glance ora word to the cowering women, he walked up to the white, silent figure which had once contained the pure soul of Lucy Ferrier. Stooping over her, he pressed his lips Gomicbooks,. G4