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She repeated the words with a clear, ringing laugh, her flaming eyes fairly scorching poor little Daisy's pale, frightened face. "Do you hear me, Daisy Brooks!" she screamed. "You loved Rex Lyon, and I have won him from you. You can queen it over Whitestone Hall, but I shall not care. I shall be queen of Rex's heart and home! Mine is a glorious revenge!"
"I say, Reggie," said Harrington suddenly on the day before his departure, "suppose you come over to New Haven with me. Just on a visit, I mean. I'll give you no end of a good time. We'll stop a night in New York on the way. Oh, you must come." Rex's cup of joy was full when Dudley Harrington asked him to go to New Haven with him.
He decided to add another to it by sitting with the family a while before he went up to his room. "Scott wanted to know if you can't come down and see him to-morrow, Rex," began Roy, as his brother seated himself on the top step and began fanning himself with his hat. "He told me to tell you to come down on the 5:30 prepared to stay all night." Rex's heart gave a sudden leap.
No thought of treachery ever crossed Rex's mind as he read the lines before him; he never once dreamed the ingeniously worded postscript had been so cleverly imitated and added by Pluma's own hand. It never occurred to him for an instant to doubt the sincerity of the words he read, when he knew how dearly his mother loved the proud, haughty heiress before him.
"Is he hit? Oh, Rex! did you hit him?" "Ei! Zimbach!" Sepp slipped the leash, the hound sprang away, and in a moment his bell-like voice announced Rex's good fortune. Ruth flew like the wind, not heeding their anxious calls to be careful, to wait for help. It was not far to go, and her light, sure foot brought her to the spot first.
His mother had never been demonstrative; she had never cared for many caresses; but now her son's love seemed her only comfort. "Rex," she said, clinging close to him, "I feel that I am dying. Send them all away my hours are numbered a mist rises before my face, Rex. Oh, dear Heaven! I can not see you I have lost my sight my eyes grow dim." A cry came from Rex's lips.
This consideration, of which Berbel was well aware, ultimately turned the scale, and she determined to go to Hilda with the letter, while regretting that a lingering distrust of Rex's character prevented her from appealing to his fabulous wisdom. The christening was a very grand ceremony, in the eyes of the village folk, and everything was done in the most approved fashion.
Although he really did not believe that calculation or mathematics of any sort had anything to do with Rex's seeming knowledge of future events, the possibility of a mistake seemed small indeed, when Rex himself suggested it. 'I knew you would not insist, said Rex.
Frau von Sigmundskron was too well-bred to watch his face while he read the contents. Had she looked, she would have been terrified. The note was very short, but it contained enough to shake even Rex's calm nature. 'My son, when you receive this, I shall be dead. I arrived here this evening and I have discovered that Frau von Greifenstein is your mother, my wife.
And if so if he held his peace, and if Greif persisted in not marrying Hilda why then he, Rex, was keeping that gentle, half-saintly old lady out of her rights. The new confusion caused by the idea was so great that even Rex's tough brain was disturbed. His instinct told him that the Sigmundskrons were poor perhaps they were in real want.
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