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The first failed; the second, I fear, will prove fatal. If so, look to yourself, madam." "What can you do?" she said, impudently, having regained much of her old effrontery. "Prevent you from reaping the fruits of your iniquity. You know you were never General Wilders's wife; you were always mine. Worse luck!" "You cannot prove it. You are dead. You dare not reappear."
"Certainly not. I won't have it on my conscience that I led you astray, poor innocent lamb! A fine thing! What would your people say? They're bitter enough against me as it is!" The Essendines had never properly acknowledged Colonel Wilders's marriage, or treated his wife, the foreign countess, other than with the coldest contempt.
General Wilders's brigade was on the extreme right of the British front; its right regiment was the Royal Picts, the very centre this of the battle-field, midway between the sea and the far left; and here the allied generals had their last meeting before the combat commenced.
But that, of course, was out of the question, as she had laughingly told her husband's cousin more than once when he had placed the Arcadia at her disposal. They met sometimes, but never on board the yacht, for that would have outraged Mrs. Wilders's nice sense of propriety. It was generally at Scutari, where poor young Anastasius Wilders lay hovering between life and death, for Mrs.
It is with the doings of the Second Division, or more exactly with Wilders's brigade of that body, that we are now principally concerned. The task before it was arduous and full of danger, demanding devoted courage and unflinching hearts. At the moment of the advance the village immediately in front of them burst into flames a fierce conflagration, lighted by the retreating foe.
This fighting around the Sandbag Battery had cost us very dear: Cathcart was killed, the Guards were decimated, and Wilders's brigade, now commanded by Colonel Blythe, had fallen back, spent and disorganised.
His special messenger may come down with the very latest. If so, you ought to be able to extract that from him too." Mrs. Wilders spoke these words carelessly; but, as often happens, they correctly foretold what presently occurred. When they were all seated cosily around the tea-table, Mrs. Wilders's man brought in a great dispatch upon a salver. "For Mr.
It was evident that there were those at Gibraltar who knew her, or mistook her for some one else. As the party reached the Commercial Square, and the main guard, like that at Waterport, turned out to do honour to the general, a man pushed forward from a little group that stood respectfully behind the party, and whispered hoarsely in Mrs. Wilders's ear "Dios mio! Cypriana! Es usted?" Cyprienne!
Is this the treatment I am to expect? I, your cousin's widow " "One moment, madam," interposed the lawyer. "To be a widow it is first necessary to have been a wife." "Do you presume to say I was not General Wilders's wife?" she asked hotly. "Not his lawful wife. Stay, madam," he said, seeing Mrs. Wilders half rise from her chair. "You must hear me out.
It was a service of immense danger, but the boat was lowered, and for more than half-an-hour made such diligent search as was possible in the weather and in the sea. After that time the boat was brought back to the yacht by its brave but disappointed crew. "No chance for the poor chap," said Captain Trejago, shaking his head despondingly in reply to Mrs. Wilders's mute but eager appeal.
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