"Let's go on," she whispered, and they dashed past the carriage
just as Arthur leaned forward to see who they were.
"That was a young lady," said Victor coming up with Edith, who was
riding at a headlong speed.
"Yes, I knew it," and Edith again touched Bedouin with her whip as
if the fast riding suited well her tumultuous emotions.
"His bride?" said Victor, interrogatively, and Edith replied,
"Very likely, Victor," and she stopped Bedouin short. "Victor,
don't tell any one of the lady in the carriage until it's known
for certain that there is one at Grassy Spring."
Victor could see no reason for this request, but it was sufficient
for him that Edith had made it, and he promised readily all that
she desired. They were at home by this time, and complaining of a
headache Edith excused herself earlier than usual and stole up to
her chamber where she could he alone to wonder WHO was the visitor
at Grassy Spring. It might be a bride, and it might be NINA.
Starting to her feet as the last mentioned individual came into
her mind, she walked to the window and saw just what she more than
half expected to see--a light shining through the iron lattice of
the DEN--a bright, cheerful light--and as she gazed, there crept
over her a faint, sick feeling, as if she knew of the ruin, the
desolation, the blighted hopes and beautiful wreck embodied in the
mystery at Grassy Spring.
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