. Shrewsbury; a romance . y at the woman, his eyes shining in the glare of thelamp; but he did not speak until she had closed the doorbehind her. Then, Is it right? he whispered. She nodded. You have got the ring ? She gave it to him with a smile of triumph. He looked at it, and with a grim face slipped it intohis pocket. Good, he said, and now, my friend,the sooner we are away, the better. But my gorge rose. On the table beside him, in thefull glare of the lamp, lay a cloak and holsters, a mask,sword, and riding-whij). I knew what these objectsmeant, and for whom they were prejiared; and at t
. Shrewsbury; a romance . y at the woman, his eyes shining in the glare of thelamp; but he did not speak until she had closed the doorbehind her. Then, Is it right? he whispered. She nodded. You have got the ring ? She gave it to him with a smile of triumph. He looked at it, and with a grim face slipped it intohis pocket. Good, he said, and now, my friend,the sooner we are away, the better. But my gorge rose. On the table beside him, in thefull glare of the lamp, lay a cloak and holsters, a mask,sword, and riding-whij). I knew what these objectsmeant, and for whom they were prejiared; and at theprospect of the plunge into the dark night, of the jour-ney, and the perils of the unknown road, I cried outthat I would not go! I would not go! And I tried toforce my way back into the Countesss room—with whatintention heaven knows. 304 SnEEWSBURY But Smith whipped between me and the door. Youfool! he said, pushing me back. Are you mad ? Ordont you know me yet ? I know you too well! I cried, beside myself with Y A,,j. SHE CAME A STEP NEARER TO ME, AND PEERED AT ME rage, and with apprehensions of the plunge on the brinkof which I stood. You have cursed me from the firstday I saw you at Ware! You have been the curse ofmy life! You, and that Jezebel! SHREWSBURY ■ 305 Are yon mad? lie said again; and threatened mewith his hand. But she came a step nearer to me, and peered at me;and after one look took the lamp from the table and heldit to my face. At Ware ? she said. At Ware ? And then, putting the lamp back on the table, she fellto laughing. He is right! she said. I know himnow. - But you told me that his name was Taylor. Taylor ? he said wrathfully. So it is; and Price,and half a dozen other names, for all I know. Whatdoes it matter what his name is ? Oh, it matters very much, she said, affecting toogle me iu an exaggerated fashion. He is an old flameof mine. His face always brought something to my mind—but I thought that it was his likeness to the Duke. He cursed her ol
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