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Owen had gone to the door of Cytherea's roo--'tis Owen,' he said, outside the door A rustling of clothes, soft footsteps, and a voice saying from the inside, 'Is it really you, Owen,--is it really?' 'It is' 'O, will you take care of ain Manston came forward from the other room with a candle in his hand, as Owen pushed open the door
Her frightened eyes were unnaturally large, and shone like stars in the darkness of the background, as the light fell upon theers extended like the leaves of a lupine Then she clasped her cold and treht of her again kindled all Manston's passions into activity
'She shall not go with you,' he said fir a pace or two closer, 'unless you prove that she is not my wife; and you can't do it!' 'This is proof,' said Owen, holding up the paper
'No proof at all,' said Manston hotly ''Tis not a death-bed confession, and those are the only things of the kind held as good evidence' 'Send for a lawyer,' Owen returned, 'and let him tell us the proper course to adopt' 'Never o with Owen!' cried Cytherea, still holding on to hio with hily to Manston
'We'll have it all right and square,' said Manston, withfor a lawyer, if he wants to' It was getting on for twelve o'clock, but the proprietor of the hotel had not yet gone to bed on account of the mystery on the first floor, which was an occurrence unusual in the quiet fa
Owen looked over the banisters, and saw hi in the hall
It struck Graye that the wisest course would be to take the landlord to a certain extent into their confidence, appeal to his honour as a gentleman, and so on, in order to acquire the information he wanted, and also to prevent the episode of the evening fro a public piece of news He called the landlord up to where they stood, and told him the main facts of the story
The landlord was fortunately a quiet, prejudiced man, and a meditative smoker
'I know the very eneral features of the candle-flame 'Sharp as a needle, and not over-rich Tiht in no time--trust Timms for that' 'He's in bed by this time for certain,' said Owen