Flower and Jewel; or, Daisy Forrest's DaughterMiller, Alex. McVeigh, Mrs.
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Flower and Jewel; or, Daisy Forrest's Daughter
Miller, Alex. McVeigh, Mrs.
Gothic fiction; Mothers and daughters -- Fiction; Sisters -- Fiction
"Running away! Flower running away! But why? What reason--"
Spite of Flower's frantic struggles Jewel tore the shrouding cloak from
her sister's form.
"Reason! ha, ha! Look at her one moment and you will see her reason!"
she laughed, in bitter triumph; and Mrs. Fielding, after one wild,
searching glance, threw up her thin white hands and uttered a shriek of
horror and anger combined.
Jewel sprung quickly to her mother's side.
"Do not take it so hard, mamma," she cried, eagerly, with blazing eyes.
"Her disgrace can not touch you nor me! Oh, mamma, I have fathomed the
secret that has tortured you so long! This is the girl that was foisted
on you by your faithless husband in place of my dead twin sister! This
Flower is Daisy Forrest's daughter!"
CHAPTER XIII.
It was a tragic moment in the lives of the three who stood in that
closed room looking into one another's faces with dilated eyes.
Flower had fallen on her knees and dropped her shamed face in her
hands when Jewel tore away her cloak. But at those startling words,
uttered so triumphantly by her twin sister, the little white hands fell
helplessly at her sides, and the blue eyes stared in bewilderment at
her mother.
Did she hear aright? Was she dreaming, or was that Jewel, her twin
sister, plucking eagerly at her mother's sleeve and saying such strange
things in that hard, triumphant voice.
"Don't take it so hard, mamma. Her disgrace can not touch you nor me.
Ah, mamma, I have fathomed the secret that has tortured you so long.
This is the girl that was foisted on you by your faithless husband in
place of my dead twin sister. This is Daisy Forrest's daughter."
The room seemed to reel, the solid walls to go up and down in some
strange fashion before Flower's dim eyes, but she tried to keep her
senses and hear what her mother would say to this monstrous charge.
She saw the dark-eyed, white-haired woman reel backward and throw up
her arms into the air, while a strange, unearthly cry burst from her
lips--a cry that was half-fierce joy and half a strangling horror.
Jewel laughed triumphantly, and continued:
"I was determined to find out Maria's secret--the terrible secret
that had changed you so, but you would not satisfy my curiosity. So
I watched and waited, and at last I heard you talking to Sam about
some papers that he had hidden from you. I have been seeking them ever
since, and to-day I found them, read them, and so became acquainted
with all my father's villainy, and the share taken in it by our old
nurse."
Mrs. Fielding's eyes began to blaze with a wild, maniacal light. She
held out her hands with a commanding gesture.
"The papers! Give them to me!" she cried, hoarsely.
Jewel shook her head.
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