Pretty Geraldine had wept till her brown eyes were dim and heavy, with purple shadows beneath them, and her cheeks all wan and sunken. She had not taken the trouble to exchange her blanket wrapper for the cloth gown Miss Erroll had put in the hand-bag. She had not given a thought to her appearance.
But even her disheveled locks and haggard looks could not quench the fire of passion in the villain's heart. He looked at her gloatingly, exclaiming:
"Good-morning, pretty Geraldine. I suppose that after your week with Jane Crabtree, you are glad to see even me!"
[CHAPTER LVIII.]
SENTENCE OF DEATH.
"Alas, a wicked man am I;
With temper fierce, too prone to strife,
And quick to wrath, my hands I ply
To evil deeds."
Benjamin Hathaway.
Geraldine gave the smooth villain a glance of measureless contempt as she answered, bitterly:
"The sight of his satanic majesty would be more welcome than you, Clifford Standish!"