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The House by the Church-Yard

CHAPTER LXVI
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There's some reason here you won't disclose.' He was proud, fierce, pale, and looked damnably handsome and wicked.
'She gave _no_ reason, Sir;' answered Dr.Walsingham.No, she gave none; but, as I understood, she did not love you, and she prayed me to mention it no more.' 'She gave no reason; but you _know_ the reason,' glared out Devereux.
'Indeed, Sir, I do _not_ know the reason,' answered the rector.
'But you know--you _must_--you _meant_--_you_, at least had heard some ill of me, and you no longer wish my suit to prosper.' 'I have, indeed, of late, heard _much_ ill of you, Captain Devereux,' answered Dr.Walsingham, in a very deliberate but melancholy way, 'enough to make me hold you no meet husband for any wife who cared for a faithful partner, or an honourable and a quiet home.' 'You mean--I know you do--that Palmerstown girl, who has belied me ?' cried Devereux.
'That unhappy young woman, Captain Devereux, her name is Glynn, whom you have betrayed under a promise of marriage.' That moment Devereux was on his feet.

It was the apparition of Devereux; a blue fire gleaming in his eyes, not a word from his white lips, while three seconds might have ticked from Mrs.Irons's prosy old clock on the stair-head; his slender hand was outstretched in appeal and defiance, and something half-celestial, half-infernal--the fallen angelic--in his whole face and bearing.
'May my merciful Creator strike me dead, here at your feet, Doctor Walsingham, but 'tis a lie,' cried he.

'I never promised--she'll tell you.

I thought she told you long ago.

'Twas that devil incarnate, her mother, who forged the lie, why or where-fore, except for her fiendish love of mischief, I know not.' 'I cannot tell, Sir, about your promise,' said the doctor gravely; 'with or without it, the crime is heinous, the cruelty immeasurable.' 'Dr.Walsingham,' cried Dick Devereux, a strange scorn ringing in his accents, 'with all your learning you don't know the world; you don't know human nature; you don't see what's passing in this very village before your eyes every day you live.


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