"Your mother!"
Kaituna gave a cry, and recoiled from her companion.
"My mother!" she said, hoarsely. "It cannot be! my mother is dead."
Dombrain played his trump card.
"Your mother is alive! She stands there, and you can now know her for what she is--a guilty wife--a divorced woman--and the murderer of her husband."
Kaituna gazed at this gibing devil with a terrified stare in her dilated eyes, then turned slowly and looked at her miserable mother. The unhappy woman, with a grey worn face, haggard and scarred with myriad wrinkles, made a step forward, as if to embrace her child, but the girl, with a look of terror, shrank back, and fell in a faint on the floor at the feet of Maxwell, while Mrs. Belswin sank on her knees with a piteous cry, wringing her manacled hands over the unconscious form of the daughter she had found--and lost.
[CHAPTER XXXIV.]
IN OPEN COURT.
Who's sure of Life's game,
When Fate interferes?