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Just now he is revelling in Called Back and The House on the Marsh, which are being read aloud to him by his private secretary. Mr. ARTHUR PONSONBY, M.P., the Democratic Controller, is a confirmed fruitarian, and attributes his robust health to a diet of Morella cherries and Carlsbad plums, washed down with Stockholm tar-water. Mr.
"Why, there is the woman who was at the opera last night," exclaimed Morella, at last. "How in the world did an outsider like that get here, I wonder? She is quite pretty, close don't you think so, Hector? Oh, I forgot, you know her, of course; you talked to her last night, I remember." Hector did not answer; he was afraid to let himself speak. Morella Winmarleigh was looking her best.
"She is not the Marchioness of Morella, inasmuch as I went through the ceremony of marriage with her believing her to be another woman. She is not of ancient and gentle family, since she was a servant in the house of the merchant Castell yonder, in London." "That proves nothing, Marquis," interrupted the king.
"I pray you, do," said Peter earnestly "explain it fully." "I will I will. I will work for you and her and her father, and if I cease to work, know that I am dead or in a dungeon, and fend for yourselves as best you may. One thing I can tell you for your comfort no harm has been done to this lady of yours. Morella loves her too well for that. He wishes to make her his wife.
Morella took that from her right hand, and Betty that from her left, nor, intoxicated as he was already with that first kiss of love, did he pause to note the evil purpose which was written on the face of his discarded slave.
Although he calls himself plain Don d'Aguilar, in truth he is the Marquis of Morella, and on one side, it is said, of royal blood, if not on both, since he is reported to be the son born out of wedlock of Prince Carlos of Viana, the half-brother of the king.
Through the empty halls and corridors they went, and oh! surely no Eastern plot that had been conceived in them was quite so bold and desperate as theirs. They reached the ante-chamber to the chapel, and took their stand outside of the circle of light that fell from its hanging lamps. Presently a door opened, and through it came Morella, attended by two of his secretaries.
But within me is a pledge of that affection ah, how little! which thou didst feel for me, Morella. And when my spirit departs shall the child live thy child and mine, Morella's. But thy days shall be days of sorrow that sorrow which is the most lasting of impressions, as the cypress is the most enduring of trees.
Then Morella, still senseless, was borne away by his squires, Betty in her blood-stained robe marching at his side, and his horse having been brought to him again, Peter, wounded though he was, mounted and galloped round the arena amidst plaudits such as that place had never heard, till, lifting his sword in salutation, suddenly he and his gentlemen vanished by the gate through which he had appeared.
The senora here," and she pointed to Betty, "asks that her marriage should be declared valid, or so we understand, and the Marquis of Morella asks that his marriage with the said senora should be declared void, or so we understand. Now this is a question over which we claim no power, it having to do with a sacrament of the Church.
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