Their
unhappy fates were similar in more than one point. The selfish and
inhuman seducer of each became the victim of his crime; one by the just
and righteous vengeance of a heart-broken and indignant father, and
the other by the middogue of the brave and noble-minded outlaw. Who the
murderer of Harry Woodward, or rather the avenger of Grace Davoren,
was, never became known. The only ears to which the outlaw revealed the
secret were closed, and her tongue silent for ever.
The body of Woodward was found the next morning lifeless upon the
moors; and when death loosened the tongues of the people, and when the
melancholy fate of Grace Davoren became known, there was one individual
who knew perfectly well, from moral conviction, who the avenger of her
ruin was.
"Uncle," said Miss Riddle, while talking with him on the subject, "I
feel who the avenger of the unfortunate and beautiful Grace Davoren is."
"And who is he, my dear niece?"
"It shall never escape my lips, my lord and uncle."
"Egad, talking of escapes, I think you have had a very narrow one
yourself, in escaping from that scoundrel of the Evil Eye.
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