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Yonge, Charlotte Mary, 1823-1901

"The Three Brides"

You don't believe
me."
"My dear Raymond, don't speak so eagerly," as his cheeks flushed.
"I must! I can't see his happiness and yours wrecked like mine. Go
with him, Anne. Don't leave him to be poisoned. Mesmerism has its
power over whoever has been under the spell. And he has--he has!
She will try to turn him against you and mother."
"Hush, Raymond! Indeed I will be on my guard. There's no one
there. What are you looking at?"
"Camilla!" he said, with eyes evidently seeing something. "Camilla!
Is it not enough to have destroyed _one_ peace?"
"Raymond, indeed there is no one here."
But he had half raised himself. "Yes, Camilla, you have had your
revenge. Let it be enough. No--no; I forgive you; but I forbid you
to touch her."
He grasped Anne's arm with one hand, and stretched the other out as
though to warn some one away. The same moment there was another
outburst of the bleeding. Anne rang for help with one hand, and
held him as best she could. It lasted long; and when it was over he
was manifestly dying. "It is coming," he said; looking up to
Julius.


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