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Chapter NumberXXXVI
Chapter TitleCONSCISNCE.
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Full Date1892-05-07
Page Number1
Word Count782
Last Corrected0000-00-00
Newspaper TitleThe Bendigo Independent (Vic. : 1891 - 1918)
Trove TitleThe Devil's Own. An Australian Story
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Where are thy terrors conscience; where thy justice; That this bad man dare boldly own his crimes;

Insult they sacred power and glory in it. Francis. Let a prince bo guarded with soldiers, at tended by councillors, and shut up in forts; yot if his thoughts disturb him, ho is tpiserable. , ‘ . - Plutarch. The Earl of Marne’s handsome car riage had rolled away from tho door several minutes, and Miss Vavasour sat alone in her favorite arm chair, in an attitude of deep thought, a very unusual pose for the energetic old hdy, who was wont to say day dreams were only meant for poets and children. She had no time for such fantastic recreations, but somehow to day she wasn’t herself, she said, so she sat on, and whatever her thoughts were there was sadness in the kind face. Perhaps the sight of tho earl, with his delicate look of suffering, had recalled other suffering faces and scones of sorrow. A loud ring at tho boll startled hor from her reverie, the door opened, and Sir Hubert ArmyUgo en tered, looking round tho room hastily, almost before ho had shaken bonds with tho hostess. There was no disguising the look of disappointment that came over tho visitor’s features, oven to sullennoss Miss Vavasour noticed it. Inwardly blessing the Earl of Marne for having carried off Vora, who was thus spared an obj ct ionhble interview, “ I sae I am again disappointed. Very unfortunate, I came to see Mrs. Anney laye for the' fifth time, your servant tells me sho is out.” , “ My ueice has gone for a drive,” said Miss Vavasour, sitting bolt upright, and speaking in rigid tones. “ Look horo, I can’t stand ’ this much longer. I consider I am being very badly treated, and what is more, I’ll tcll her so.” - ’? “Sir !” said ‘Mias Vavasour, in dignified' surprise, “ X do not understand you; perhaps you will explain your language.” “Ob, it is all very well to pretend not to understand. None so deaf as those who won’t hear. You know well, Miss Vavasour, Mrs Anncylaye promised to be my wife long ago, if—” I know'nothing of the kind. Wi ll you be good enough to keep to the truth —to facts, sir !” Sir Hubert was taken aback by such ‘bravery. “ Well, you know the widow said she would marry any one who found out ho«* husband's murderer. I have done so.” ; ? t( I suppose, you have ..long since, and perhaps olh»r have also discovered the assassin,” said Miss Vavasour with emphasis, pursing her little-mouth up into a contemptuous bfitton-sh ipe. Sir. Hubert started and got very red. “Oh, come now, that’s too bad, chatt ing a fellow out of the honor and glory of—” “ There is no honQr and glory in murdering a man,” interrupted the old lady sharply, “What tho duoce do you iqem ?” said Sir Hubert angrily. “ I only mean that X know Mr- Anneylaye’s murderer.” “ I think I do too,” said Miss Vavasour, knowingly. ff Do you ? is it ppssihlb ? who was it—do tell me.” A ‘The greater the truth the greater tho libel,” sfcid sho stifly. “If you know, why need you want to know.” “That’s just it; I wonder if we both have been told the same person as bsing tlio culprit,” “ I nth quite sure we have not,” said Miss-Vavasour. Sir Hubert thought the place was getting'too hob for li'.m, or the old Indy too knowing. “When will sho bo home; I don’t mind waiting an hour or two,” said he, looking at his watch. “Mercy on us! Two hours of his company—impossible ! ” said (ho old ady to h jrsolf. > “My*niece has gone to Richmond, I think. I have not the least idea when ?ho. may. return.” “ Hang it, and slio'll stop, there, no doubt;,” he said, angrily, with those Forleacuo’s, and t have to bo off tp-Right for Paris—ruicp place Paris, eh?” “ X' ht^OTSUcli. nn utter. oontpmpt for > $hp French people, I take no interest in craok’city,” said Miss Yavasoar pettishly. . .. ,, • “The. old girl-is snappish/’ hp said to himself, rising to leave. ' / * Wel>, good-bye; tell y.put, niece I’ll, ?write to her. Sho’ll nave, to road my letter if she won’t see mo yolj. Ha! ha 1. Mans Yerrphs. Good day.” • , r i he baronet spolep good English with; only slight accent, except when - ho was angry, then hia foreign acpent waa strong. 1 ? (to . " . , 1