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It was a dreary old building enough, weather-beaten and brown, with primly laid-out grounds, and row upon row of stiff poplars waving in the wintery wind. A lonely, forlorn old place a vivid contrast to the beauty and brightness of Kingsland Court; and from the first day of her entrance, Lady Kingsland, senior, hated her daughter-in-law with double hatred and rancor.
You know the cruel story of treachery and wrong done thy grandmother, Zenith you know the prediction your father made to my father, Sir Jasper Kingsland, on the night of his son's birth. Be it thine, my brave daughter, to see that prediction fulfilled." "You ask a terrible thing, my mother," she said, slowly; but I can refuse you nothing, and I abhor them all.
It is hard to believe, I know the humble, the meek Sybilla metamorphosed thus. But the Sybilla Silver you knew was a delusion. Behold the real one, for the first time in your life!" "Woman, who are you? What are you?" "I am the granddaughter of Zenith the gypsy, the woman your father wronged to the death, and your bitterest enemy, Sir Everard Kingsland!"
Longmore and Mr. Ashby went down to Westminster to see the head at Mr. Westbrook's. When they came there, Mr. Westbrook told them that the head had been owned by a woman from Kingsland, who thought it to be her husband, but was not certain enough to swear it, though the circumstances were strong, because he had been missing from the day before the head was found. They desired to see it and Mr.
And no one could know what happened in Spain so many years ago! Oh, I must believe it I can not help it and that belief will drive me mad!" Lady Kingsland stood looking and listening, in pale wonder. "I don't understand a word of this," she said, slowly. "Will you tell me, Sir Jasper, or am I to understand you have secrets your wife may not share?"
Not a doubt lingered in the minds of the coroner or his jury, and before sunset that day Sir Everard Kingsland was on his way to Worrel Jail to stand his trial at the coming assizes for the willful murder of Harriet, his wife. The day of trial came.
"Even so incredible as it sounds! You see this little barbarian is not so keenly alive to the magnificent honor of an alliance with the house of Kingsland as some others are, and she said No plumply when I asked her to be my wife." Again that harsh, jarring laugh rang out, and with the last word he strode from the room, closing the door with an emphatic bang.
Time, that deals so gallantly with these blonde beauties, had just thinned the fair hair at the parting, and planted dainty crow's-feet about the patrician mouth, but left no thread of silver under the pretty Parisian lace cap. Mildred Kingsland, opposite her mother, scarcely bore her thirty years so gracefully.
And to-morrow, for my crime, you will die!" And still he gazed, paralyzed, stunned, speechless. "Poor fool!" she said, with unutterable scorn "poor, blind, besotted fool! and this is the end of all! Young, handsome, rich, high-born, surrounded by friends, the wealthy and the great, one woman's work brings you to this! I have said my say, and now I leave you; here we part, Sir Everard Kingsland.
My good mother" half laughing "are you very anxious for a daughter-in-law at Kingsland to quarrel with?" "I shall not quarrel with Lady Louise." "Then, willy-nilly, it must be Lord Carteret's daughter, and no other?" "Everard," his mother said, earnestly, "you know I have set my heart on seeing Lady Louise your wife; and she loves you, I know.
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