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Updated: June 16, 2025
He followed the man without a word, and five minutes later, with a firm step, he was walking down the corridor toward his bride's apartments. But ere he could knock upon the door, it was opened by Gerelda.
The girl's face, radiant with the light of love, was upturned toward the handsome one bending over her. He was talking to her in the sweet, deep musical voice Gerelda remembered so well. She saw the girl lay one little hand caressingly on his arm, and droop her pretty, golden head until it nearly rested on his broad shoulder.
"Will you take this man to be your lawful, wedded husband, to love, honor, and obey him till death do you part?" he asked. At that moment all assembled thought they heard a low, muffled whistle. Before making answer, Gerelda raised the beautiful pearl and gold prayer-book and kissed it. She tried to speak the words: "I will;" but all in an instant her lips grew stiff and refused to utter them.
He could not find it in his heart to tell her the truth when she loved him so; and yet he felt that he owed it to Gerelda to tell her all; but it is hard, terribly hard to own up to being faithless; and he said to himself that he could not tell her now, in the flush of her joy at meeting him, but would break it to her later on.
She did not attempt to repel him from drawing near her, or from clasping her hands; but ever and anon she would laugh that horrible laugh that froze the blood in his veins. "Let us talk the matter over calmly, Gerelda," he said at length, "and arrive at an understanding." "There is no need," she returned. "As long as I understand, that is quite sufficient."
Hubert Varrick cried out that he could not bear it; he pleaded with her to leave the house with him; that since Heaven had brought her back to him, he would make the best of it; all that he would ask would be that she should come quietly away with him. This did not suit Gerelda at all; she had set her heart upon abusing Jessie Bain, and she would brook no refusal.
"I have only one hope," she murmured, leaning her tear-stained face against the marble mantel, "and that is that Hubert may soon get over his mad infatuation for that girl Jessie Bain." Gerelda sought her couch, but not to sleep; and it was not until daylight stole through the room, heralding the approach of another day, that slumber came to her.
Varrick watched them in silence, his heart in a whirl. All at once it occurred to him that he knew the pilot of the boat that, as he was from Montreal, it wouldn't be a bad idea to interview him as to the location of some private asylum to which he might take Gerelda.
"I am going to claim my husband. He is mine, and all the powers on earth can never take him from me!" "I suppose," said Rosamond, "now, from the way this amazing affair has culminated, you will not want me to go with you to Hubert Mr. Varrick, I mean." Gerelda turned haughtily on her. "No," she said. "Why should you wish to go with me to my husband? What interest have you in him?"
Meanwhile, as days and weeks rolled by, and no tidings reached Hubert Varrick of the bride who, he supposed, had deserted him at the very altar, his heart grew bitter against Gerelda. He plunged into his practice of law, with the wild hope that he might forget her. The only diversity that entered his life was the letters which he received from little Jessie Bain.
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