The Man in Black: An Historical Novel of the Days of Queen AnneJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Man in Black: An Historical Novel of the Days of Queen Anne
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Great Britain -- History -- Anne, 1702-1714 -- Fiction
"I have nothing to do with the present business, Mrs. Hazleton,"
replied Marlow, "but I am bound to say that in consequence of
information I have procured, it would have been my duty to have caused
your apprehension upon other charges, had not this, of which I know
nothing, been preferred against you. All is discovered, madam all is
known. With a slight clue, at first, I have pursued the intricate
labyrinth of your conduct for the last two years to its conclusion,
and every thing has been made plain as day.
"You, Marlow, you?" cried Mrs. Hazleton, fixing her eyes steadfastly
upon him, and then adding, as he bowed his head in token of assent,
"but all is not known, even to you. You shall know all, however,
before I die; and perhaps to know all may wring your heart, hard
though it be. But what am I talking of?" she continued, her face
becoming suddenly suffused with crimson, and her fine features
convulsed with rage. "All is discovered, is it? And you have done it
it? What matters it to me, then, whose heart is wrung--or what becomes
of you, or me, or any one? A drop more or less is nothing in the
overflowing well. Why should I struggle longer? Why should I hide any
thing? Why should I fly from this charge to meet another? I did it--I
poisoned her--I put the drug by her bedside. It is all true--I did it
all--I have had my revenge as far as it could be obtained, and now do
with me what you like. But remember, Marlow, remember, if Emily
Hastings marries you, she does it with a mother's curse upon her
head--a curse that will fall upon her heart like a mildew, and wither
it for ever--a curse that will dry up the source of all fond
affections, blacken the brightest hours, and embitter the purest
joys--a dying mother's curse! She knows it--she has heard it--it can
never be recalled. I have put that beyond fate. Ha ha! It is upon you
both; and if you venture to unite your unhappy destinies, may that
curse cling to you and blast you for ever."
She spoke with all the vehemence of intense passion, breaking, for the
first time in life, through strong habitual self-control; and when she
had done, she cast herself into a chair, and covered her eyes with her
hands.
She wept not; but her whole frame heaved and shivered, with the
terrible emotion that tore her heart.
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