Chapter 12

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She repented of marrying me at the eleventh hour, and ere it was too late she fled with the lover who must have awaited her, in an agony of suspense, outside." All the guests had gathered about them. "Where is Miss Gerelda?" they all cried in a breath. "She must have fallen from the window," they echoed; and immediately there was a stampede out toward the grounds. In the excitement of the moment no one noticed that Hubert Varrick and Mrs. Northrup were left behind. "Help me to bear this dreadful burden, Hubert!" she sobbed, hoarsely. "I think I am going mad. I thank God that Gerelda's father did not live to see this hour!" Great as her grief was, the anguish on the face which Hubert Varrick raised to hers was pitiful to behold. She was terrified. She saw that he needed comfort quite as much as herself. The minister, who had entered the room unobserved, had heard all. He quitted the apartment as quickly as he had entered it, and hurried through the corridor to his friend Doctor Roberts. "The greatest blessing you could do, doctor, would be to come to him quickly, and give him a potion that will make him dead to his trouble for a little while."
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