Although such was the
aristocratic purity of his blood and the strength of his religious
convictions that he probably would not have pocketed a single
diamond, still he could not help thinking that he might he accused
of taking some. "You can search me, if you like," he said when Mr.
Amethyst returned; "but I assure you, upon the honor of a
gentleman, that I have taken nothing."
"Enough, my Lord," said Mr. Amethyst, with a low bow; "we never
search the aristocracy."
CHAPTER VIII.
As Lothaw left Mr. Amethyst's, he ran against General Camperdown.
"How is Mary Ann?" he asked hurriedly.
"I regret to state that she is dying," said the general, with a
grave voice, as he removed his cigar from his lips, and lifted his
hat to Lothaw.
"Dying!" said Lothaw, incredulously.
"Alas, too true!" replied the General. "The engagements of a long
lecturing season, exposure in travelling by railway during the
winter, and the imperfect nourishment afforded by the refreshments
along the road, have told on her delicate frame. But she wants to
see you before she dies. Here is the key of my lodging. I will
finish my cigar out here."
Lothaw hardly recognized those wasted Hellenic outlines as he
entered the dimly lighted room of the dying woman.
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