Mary Grey went back to her room.
"I shall succeed in ruining them all now!" she said, her dark eyes on fire with anticipated triumph.
Chapter XXV.
A VERY DESPERATE GAME.
I have set my life upon a cast,
And I will stand the hazard of the die.
—Shakespeare.
Craven Kyte, the infatuated and doomed instrument and victim of a cruel and remorseless woman, returned to Wendover and resumed his place in Bastiennello's establishment, where he culpably neglected his business, and lived only on the thought of receiving her daily letters and of soon returning to Richmond to be blessed by her promised hand in marriage.
Every morning he was the first man at the post-office, waiting eagerly, impatiently, for the arrival and opening of the mail.
And he was never disappointed of receiving her letter, and—never satisfied with its contents.