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Updated: June 30, 2025
My lady Lillah one day felt a drowsiness come over her; it seemed, as Christy said, she felt only as if she had been inclined to sleep at an unusual time; she made no complaint, but Mr. Bernard observed something in her eye, and his watchfulness took alarm at every turn of her quiet manner.
"'For Amelia? he said 'for the murderer of my Lillah, my first love, my angel? "I stood petrified, the word 'murderer' twittering on my shaking lips in fragments. "'Yes, he said, 'come in, come in bolt that door; the other is already cared for. Francis, you know how my Lillah died; there was no disease she slept away as a drugged victim. Now, listen.
I hear my father's voice crying Euphrosyne, and my mother's Lillah; my brothers and sisters take up the cry, and the mountaineers salute the favourite daughter of their chief. But she is here in this far land, and you, my best beloved, are there before her. Edward, I am going to die soon soon. I wished the dear Amelia away for a little only a little to be here again, and never to go more.
She was becoming much calmer, and her cheeks were now quite dry. Her eyes had regained their usual expression of keen vitality, and she seemed to have forgotten Alfred and Sinclair and her emotion. "Lillah runs a home for inebriate women in the Deptford Road," she continued. "She started it, managed it, did everything off her own bat, and it's now the biggest of its kind in England.
But my lady Lillah never dwined only there came a sadness over her, and master noticed that she began to cherish more than usual a miniature which she carried about with her in her bosom the figure of a lady I have seen it often so like herself you'd have said they were of the same family 'twas her mother, whom she called Euphrosyne.
Then the memory of Lillah threw no shade over the scene of enjoyment, for we all knew that if her spirit were not hovering over her beloved Circassia, it would be here looking down on the fulfilment of her dying wish." Here Francis drew breath, as if to prepare himself for something much more wonderful.
"What did Mr. Bernard do," asked I, "to bring upon him this judgment which appears to you to have been so fearful?" "I am not in the secrets of God's ways with erring man," replied he. "But who can tell how my master got Lillah that's her there with these dark eyes his first wife?
A little more conjuring would have brought all these pictures out into the room, and even as it was, I was beginning to transform my companion's shadow, as it lay on the arm chair behind him, into the very person itself of Lillah Bernard. "Doctor," he said, gravely, "you must know the dark secret of this apartment." "Nothing," replied I. "Go on; you have roused my curiosity.
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