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Updated: June 17, 2025
Yet once again the spirit of unrest, the nomadic instinct, came back upon Zelma Bury, haunted her heart and stirred in her blood till she could resist no longer, but, joining a company for a provincial tour, left London. The health of the actress had been long declining, under the almost unsuspected attacks of a slow, insidious disease.
As they were listening to the last tender bleating of Almeria, the same pretty actress whom Zelma had seen as Zara at Arden, and the gruff responses of her sire, an eager whisper ran through the group; the King and Queen had entered the royal box! This was quite unexpected, and Zelma was aghast.
Then she dropped the swaddled sword, which only half met her needs, and cast her eyes slowly round the room. Madame Thenardier was whispering to her husband and counting over some money; Ponine and Zelma were playing with the cat; the travellers were eating or drinking or singing; not a glance was fixed on her.
"Handsome young men! pretty women!" exclaimed the Squire, with an explosive snort of contempt. "An arrant set of vagabonds and tramps, of ranting, strutting, apish creatures, with neither local habitations nor names of their own. And what does Zelma know about them? Out with it, girl!"
Involuntarily, she stretched out her hand and grasped that of her husband; as she did so, the rattle of the chains on her wrist betrayed her. The attendants looked round and smiled; Lawrence frowned and turned away, with a boy's pettishness. He had been more than usually moody that day; but Zelma had believed him troubled for her sake, and even now interpreted his unkindness as nervous anxiety.
As Zelma passed up to her chamber, she said to herself bitterly, "Thus openly and fearlessly can the rich and well-born woo and be wooed, while such as we must steal away to happiness as to crime, and plight our vows under the chill and shadow of night!"
As his keen gaze swept round the small aristocratic circle, it encountered and seemed to recognize the face of Zelma Burleigh, now kindling with a new enthusiasm, which was never wholly to die out of her breast.
He was, as usual, terribly great in the part; but, in spite of his overwhelming power, Zelma found herself watching the Lady Anne of the night with a strange, fascinated interest.
The young girl could not support the weight the dead weight, and sank with it to the floor. Zelma had made her last exit. So you are already mending, my dear fellow? Can it be that my modest epistle has done so much service?
"But, surely," replied Bessie, ingenuously, "you will not live on thus alone, unprotected, a mark for suspicion and calumny; for they say they say that your husband has deserted you." "Mr. Bury is absent, fulfilling a professional engagement. I shall await his return here," replied Zelma, haughtily. Bessie blushed deeply and was silent.
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