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Updated: May 23, 2025
There is quite a murmur of applause as she rises, and through it there breaks Miss Catheron's soft, sarcastic laugh. The flush deepens in Ethel's cheek the laugh is at her performance she feels. And now the hour of Inez's vengeance comes. Young Captain Varden is leaning over her chair; he is in love with Miss Catheron, and hovers about her unceasingly.
In the dead of pale Southern nights, with the shine of the moon on his wife's lovely sleeping face; in the hot, brilliant noontide; in the sweet, green gloaming Inez Catheron's black eyes came menacingly before him the one bitter drop in his cup. All his life he had been a little afraid of her. He was something more than a little afraid of her now. They returned.
Her face turns ashen gray she moves round and bends it over baby. "Ethel!" Sir Victor says, his voice stern, "what does this mean?" "What does what mean? Hush-h-h baby, darling. Not so loud, Victor, please. I want to get babe asleep." "How comes Juan Catheron's picture here?" She catches her breath the tone, in which Sir Victor speaks, is a tone not pleasant to hear.
Not a sound was to be heard except the soft rustle of the trees, the soft, ceaseless patter of the summer rain. In that silence they entered the chamber where the dying man lay. To the hour of his own death, that moment and all he saw was photographed indelibly upon Victor Catheron's mind.
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