Self-Raised; Or, From the DepthsSouthworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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Self-Raised; Or, From the Depths
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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"Yes, she was a poor gambler; for it was a game between us. She was
playing for a title, I for a fortune; well, she won the title and I
won the fortune. Or rather you may call it purchase and sale. She
bought a title and paid a fortune for it. For the moment the
marriage ring encircled her finger she became the Viscountess
Vincent and I became the possessor of her three millions of pounds
sterling."
"Ah, that marriage ring! There is another broken oath! You swore to
me, once, that no living woman should ever wear a marriage ring of
your putting on, except myself!" complained Faustina.
"And I have kept that oath, my angel. If ever you see Lady Vincent
without her gloves, look on the third finger of her left hand and
see if there is any wedding ring to be found there."
"But you yourself, just now, spoke of the ring on her finger, saying
that as soon as it was placed there, you became the possessor of her
three millions of pounds sterling."
"I will explain. Listen! I remembered my vow to you. I got the ring
purposely too large for her finger; consequently, soon after it was
placed on, it dropped off and rolled away. When the ceremony was
over the gentlemen searched for it. I found it and concealed it. She
never saw it again. Here it is. I give it to you."
Claudia from her hiding place stooped forward until she got a
glimpse of the two traitors.
She saw the viscount open his pocketbook and take from an inner
compartment her own wedding ring, and place it upon the finger of
his companion, saying:
"There, my angel, wear it; it will fit your fat finger, though it
was too large for her slender one."
"What will she say when she sees it?" inquired the woman,
contemplating the golden circle with a triumphant smile.
"She will not recognize it. All wedding rings are alike. This one
has no mark to distinguish it from all other wedding rings."
"And so I have got it!" said the woman, clapping her hands
gleefully.
"Yes, my sweet, and you shall have everything else; the three
millions of pounds sterling and the title of viscountess included."
"Ah! but how got you all the fortune in money so easily?"
"I sold everything, bank stock, railway shares, city houses, tobacco
plantations, lead mines, foundries, gorillas, and all! And I have
transferred the whole in simple cash to this country."
"And it is three millions?"
"Three millions."
"Ciel! Now, then, I can have my villa at Torquay, and my yacht, and
my--"
"You can have everything you want now, and the rank and position of
viscountess as soon as I can get rid of her."
"Ah, yes! but when will that be?"
"Very, very soon, I hope. Just as soon as I can mature my plans."
"But what are they?"
"Scarcely to be breathed even here. The very walls have ears, you
know."
"Tell me; what does the earl think of this marriage of yours?"
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