This was too much for the unfortunate girl. It seemed like setting the
seal of death to her fate. She caught a glimpse of him. There was the
malignant, but derisive look--one which he meant to be courteous, but
which the bitter feeling within him overshadowed with the gloomy triumph
of an evil spirit. She placed her hands over her eyes, gave one loud
shriek, and immediately fell into strong convulsions.
"Good heavens!" exclaimed Woodward, "what is the matter with Miss
Goodwin? I am sincerely sorry to see this. Is not her health good?"
"Pray, sir," replied her father, "how did you come to obtrude yourself
here at such a moment of domestic distress?"
"Why, my dear sir," replied Woodward, "of course you must know that I
was ignorant of all this. The hall-door was open, as it generally is, so
was the door of this room, and I came in accordingly, as I have been in
the habit of doing, to pay my respects to the family."
"Yes," said Mr. Goodwin, "the hall-door is generally open, but it shall
not be so in future. Come out of the room, Mr. Woodward; your presence
is not required here.
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