All these things have been proved, and I have
raison to believe that he will sleep--if sleep he can--in Waterford
jail before to-morrow mornin'. But," he added, with a look which was so
replete with vengeance and terror, that it perfectly stunned the girl,
"perhaps he won't, though. It is likely that the fate of Grace Davoren
will prevent him from it."
He did not give her time to reply, but instantly disappeared, and left
her in a state of mind which our readers may very well understand.
She immediately went to her uncle's library, where the following brief
dialogue occurred:
"Uncle, this marriage must not and shall not take place."
"What!" replied the peer; "then he is none of the twelve apostles."
"You are there mistaken," said she; "he is one of them. Remember Judas."
"Judas! What the deuce are you at, my dear niece?"
"Why, that he is a most treacherous villain: that's what I'm at," and
her face became crimson with indignation.
"But what's in the wind? Don't keep me in a state of suspense. Judas!
Confound it, what a comparison! Well, I perceive you are not disposed to
become Mrs.
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