Winifred Power . the coun-tenance of Medusa must have been a trifle. A pause; and then a shout of Homericlaughter from Richard, followed by smiilarmanifestations from everybody, including Ger-trude and excepting only Mrs. Russell. Thelatter, indeed, turned slowly round, and fixedon the irreverent Dick a glance so gruesomethat it ought to have frozen every drop ofblood within his veins. But, unfortunately, itonly had the eftect of sending him off intofresh and louder peals of merriment. Maryturned purple ; the veins on lier tem2)les 228 Winifred Power. swelled awfully ; her eyes half-started fi
Winifred Power . the coun-tenance of Medusa must have been a trifle. A pause; and then a shout of Homericlaughter from Richard, followed by smiilarmanifestations from everybody, including Ger-trude and excepting only Mrs. Russell. Thelatter, indeed, turned slowly round, and fixedon the irreverent Dick a glance so gruesomethat it ought to have frozen every drop ofblood within his veins. But, unfortunately, itonly had the eftect of sending him off intofresh and louder peals of merriment. Maryturned purple ; the veins on lier tem2)les 228 Winifred Power. swelled awfully ; her eyes half-started fiomtheir sockets ; she actually raised her handas if to strike him. Dick, however, hadreached that stag^e in which he could hardlvhave stopped laughing even had he wished :and he did not wish. On the contrary, hismalice only made him shout the more. AndMary, after one long, outraged stare at him,precipitated herself across the room, dashedalono the little ante-chamber, and vanishedfrom the sight of her tormentor!. CHAPTER IX. AT ELMSLEIGH ONCE MORE.
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