Thrice Lost, Thrice Won — page 190: what you’re looking at

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: ase oe aig | Estella’ s Sree.” 185 As “ye: ae se: | 6 4 ‘As I do not tks ou are my wife, and I can prove it. ste = 4 ae a name—but as surely as. you tell, so surely will I claim you anc take you. I would spare you, but if you will not spare you: self, why should I be a fool? Go home; tell Alwyn Bartram; he will send for me. I have proofs ‘Of. our. mar: Fiage. no court of justice will dispute. The clergyman who married us still lives at Rockledge—so do the witnesses—so d lo oes Peter Fisher; and here in my pockets is our license and eertificate. Go and tell him—the sooner the better—for with n the hour I carry you off, my :awful, wedded wife. Good evening to you, Mrs. Bartram—I dine at five. For the pi resent we must part, but to-morrow I trust to take you 3 (O ‘my arms, to lose you no more.” ‘He raised his hat, made her a courtly bow, a diabolical 2 glittering sapphire eyes; then he was gone, and bewildered Estella was alone. } A gentleman passing stopped suddenly to ae at her; want on, stopped again, and looked back. “He had caught ‘the last words; he had seen her face through the veil; he had even heard the name pronounced, and yet he could scarcely believe his eyes and ears. It was Mr. Waldron, and | h > had recognized the lost heir, Robert Bartram, at a glance. tte that be: Estella Bartram‘ ?? he said to himself— eereae away, and vanish in the November dusk. “What the deuce-is she doing here, and with Robert Bar- tram ? and what did Robert Bartram mean by those last = mords , ‘take her to his arms to lose her no more?” The devil! and “she such a little, demure puss, too! Neither man nor woman was ever the better for knowing too much of that rec ckless seapegrace, and we all took little Essie for a sort of —Alwyn Bartram, as proud | as the demon and as jealous | Sa. Turk? | & I Halloo, Waldron!” ealled a familiar voice out of the rloz mpeanete and a gloved hand fell lightly on his shoulder: ore in Union Square, like Hervey among the Tombs? What is the meaning of that mystified face?” we kod. 1 Mr. W aldron looked sag and into the ssc face of ‘Estella la’s husband. om as you please, Mrs. Robert Bartram—for that is your’ ‘smile of derision lighting his sunburned, handsome face and He stopped again, aS: time to see the slender figure flit — wed dded St. Agnes! And now, what would Alwyn Bartram ~ g 2 Pe” ata Ae ws fs ~~ . oe =a val whe »” . rv ? > .o2 : ie % r * Kw od - wh oF a ; > é _« " .