kiss from those flower-like lips would have brought. By Hubert Varrick, at this moment, it was given only from a sense of duty, as love for Gerelda had died.
"Oh, Hubert, Hubert! my darling!" she cried, "is it not like heaven to be united again?"
She would not notice his coldness; for Gerelda Northrup had laid the most amazing plan that had ever entered a woman's head.
Immediately upon her dismissal from the Varrick mansion she had stolen back to the little hamlet where her old nurse lived, and had got the woman to write a letter for her as she dictated it.
She had said to herself that Hubert Varrick should be hers again, at whatever cost, and that she might as well force him by any means that lay in her power into a betrothal with herself again, as long as he was not married to anothe
