"
"But Caterine Collins has taken away my child, and has not returned with
it."
"No, nor ever will," replied the outlaw. "She was the instrument of
your destroyer. But I wish you to be consoled, Grace. Do you see that
middogue? It is red with blood. Now listen. I have avenged you; that
middogue was reddened in the heart of the villain that wrought your
ruin. As far as man can be, I am now satisfied."
"My child!" she faintly said; "my child! where is it?"
Her words were scarcely audible. She closed her eyes and was silent. The
outlaw looked closely into her countenance, and perceived at once that
death was there. He felt her pulse, her heart, but all was still.
[Illustration: PAGE 774-- Kiss you for the sake of our early love]
"Now," said he, "the penalty you have paid for your crime has taken away
the pollution from your lips, and I will kiss you for the sake of our
early love."
He then kissed her, and rained showers of tears over her now unconscious
features. The two funerals took place upon the same day; and, what was
still more particular, they were buried in the same churchyard.
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