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 and lofty language shall not save you." "Is it come to this?" said Glenarvon, smiling with bitterness. "Then take thy will. I stand prepared. 'Tis well to risk so much for such a virtuous wife! She is an honourable lady—a most chaste and loving wife. I hope she greeted thee on thy return with much tenderness: I counselled her so to do; and when we have settled this affair, after the most approved fashion, then bear from me my best remembrances and love. Aye, my love, Avondale: 'tis a light charge to carry, and will not burthen thee."

"Defend yourself," cried Lord Avondale fiercely. "If it is thy mad wish, then be it so, and now stand off." Saying this, Glenarvon accepted the pistol, and at the same moment that Lord Avondale discharged his, he fired in the air. "This shall not save you," cried Lord Avondale, in desperation. "Treat me not like a child. Glenarvon, pre