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Updated: June 16, 2025
"You would not say that!" cried Gerelda. "I would tell him my side of the story that you kidnapped me, and held me by force on the island." "Varrick is a man of the world," he returned, tauntingly. "Your side of the story is too flimsy for him or any one else to believe." "Stop! You must not you shall not!" cried Gerelda, wildly. "I I will make terms with you.
But we must now return to Gerelda. She fell back, pale and trembling, among the cushions of the carriage, her brain in a whirl, her heart panting almost to suffocation. At the entrance gate of the old mansion, Gerelda dismissed the cab. Stealing around by the rear wall, she entered the grounds by an unused gravel walk, and gained the arbor.
She wrote a letter to him for his mother, at her dictation, adding a little tear-blotted postscript of her own, making no mention of her own great love and the sorrow that had darkened her young life. In that letter she urged him to keep up brave spirits; that everything was being done for Gerelda, his wife, that could be done; that she was sitting up night and day nursing her.
"You!" cried Gerelda. "Have you risen from the grave to confront me?" "I am Captain Frazier at your service, madame," returned her companion, with a low bow. "As for my returning from the unknown shore, why, you flatter me in imagining that I have so much power, though I have been known to do some miraculous things before now.
"I shall take a bitter revenge on her for this, or my name is not Gerelda Northrup!" The more she thought of it, the deeper her anger took root. They brought her a tempting little repast; but she pushed the tea-tray from her, leaving its contents untasted. She felt that food would have choked her. The sun went down, and the moon rose clear and bright over the distant hills.
But Hubert's mother made it the one object of her life to see that her son and this attractive girl were never left alone together for a moment. He had seemed heart-broken over the loss of Gerelda Northrup up to the time that Jessie had entered the house; now there was a perceptible change in him.
The girl seemed to interpret her thoughts. "I have come alone," she said, briefly. "Won't you bid me enter?" "That I will, Miss Gerelda!" cried Nurse Henderson, laughing and crying over her. But when she drew her into the house, and took off the long cloak she wore, she was startled beyond expression to see that she wore a bridal-dress all ruined and torn.
"A man never has but one love in a life-time," she said, impressively. A fortnight had barely passed since Jessie had been under that roof, and yet every one of the household noticed the difference in handsome Hubert Varrick, and spoke about it. He was growing gayer and more debonair than in the old days, when he was paying court to the beautiful Gerelda Northrup.
"Yes," said Gerelda. No one noticed their exit, and at last they were alone together, away from the throng of guests; but, much to the bride's disappointment, her newly made husband did not seem to realize this fact, and Gerelda's face flushed with disappointment.
By this time they had reached the hotel. Throngs of beautiful women crowded the broad piazzas, yet Varrick noticed with some pride that Gerelda was the most beautiful girl there. "You must be very tired after your long journey," she murmured. "You should retire early, to be fully rested for to-morrow."
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