"Nonsense."
But there was no heart in the word. He wished she would hasten her
demise. In fact had he thought she was yet alive he would not have so
soon returned to the house. It was her dead body he came to see, not a
breathing woman, whose claim on him was still paramount to all others.
"Andrew, where is Perry, my brother?"
Her mind seemed to be wandering somewhat.
"How should I know, dear?"
"True, he is such an unsteady body. I have worried about him of late. It
has been many days since I have seen him."
The man who sat there in the shadows was silent. So long as she did not
talk to him he was content. Her constant upbraiding in the past, although
richly merited, was certainly unpleasant to the last degree. He hoped she
might die without thinking of him or his misdeeds again.
He was not to escape thus easily, however.
"Poor Victoria! Will it ever be forgiven?"
He started at mention of that name.
Sleuth-hounds were on the track of the murderer, and it was poor
satisfaction to know that his only chance of escape lay in the punishment
of an innocent man, who so strongly resembled him as to complicate
matters to a wonderful degree.
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