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Blondelle sitting immediately opposite to herself, and with a recklessness that savored of fatuity, still carrying on their sentimental flirtation. Yes! Rosa was still throwing up her eyes to his eyes, and cooing "soft nonsense" in his ears; and Lyon was still dwelling on her glances and her tones with lover-like devotion.
"No; I beg your pardon, Sybil. I thought you were my loving wife," he said. "You were mistaken. I am not Rosa Blondelle!" she cried. "Hush! hush! my dearest Sybil!" he muttered earnestly, as he went and closed and locked the parlor door, to save her from being seen by the servants in her present insane passion. But she swept past him like a storm, and laid her hand on the lock. She found it fast.
As thus they smiled and glanced, and spoke to each other, Sybil also glanced from the one to the other; a sudden pang shot through her heart, exciting a nameless dread in her mind. "Even so quickly may one catch the plague!" "Let me lead you to the table," said Mr. Berners, offering his arm to Mrs. Blondelle, and conducting her to her place. Above all, Sybil was a lady; for she was a Berners.
"She was very much excited!" exclaimed Mrs. Blondelle, with a significant shrug of her shoulders. "Oh! that was from her exhilarating morning ride, which raised her spirits." "Which excited her excessively, I should say, if it really was the ride." "Of course it was the ride. And I admit that she was very gay," laughed Mr. Berners. "Gay?" echoed Rosa, raising her eyebrows "Gay?
Chests of drawers, clothes-presses, boxes, and so forth, stood wide open, with their contents scattered over the floor. We glanced at the bed, and the maid uttered a wild scream, and even I felt my blood run cold; for there lay the form of the lady, still, cold, pallid, livid, like that of a corpse many hours dead. No sign of Blondelle was to be seen about the chamber."
Thus sitting together, working in unison, and conversing occasionally, they passed the morning a happier morning than Sybil had seen for several days. But of course they met their guest again at dinner, where Rosa Blondelle was as fascinating and Lyon Berners as much fascinated as before, and where Sybil's mental malady returned in full force.
I am not at all nervous now," said Rosa Blondelle. "Then, dear, get ready for supper; for it has been ready for us for an hour past, and I am sure you must need it.
It rises in those distant mountains, which are called the Black Rocks, and which shut in our Black Valley. The village here is called Blackville," explained Lyon Berners. "What a deal of blackness!" replied Rosa Blondelle. "If you think so, I must tell you in the first place that we are not responsible for having named these places; and in the second, that the names are really appropriate.
It is just across the hall, and commands the same view of the lake and mountains that this room does from the front windows I mean; but from the end windows you get a view up the valley, and may catch glimpses of the Black Torrent as it rushes roaring down the side of the mountain," said Mr. Berners, as he offered his hand to Mrs. Blondelle and led her from the breakfast parlor.
Berners and Mrs. Blondelle," persisted Beatrix, all unconscious of the blows she was raining upon Sybil's overburdened heart. "However," she added, "I shall keep out of the way of both, for if he knew your disguise, be sure that she knew it also; and of course both, in daily intercourse with you, know your voice equally well.
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